"In the sitting-room, please, sir, writing; his carriage is come, sir, please." And thus saying, Mistress Anne Evans officiously opened the door, and Cleve entered. The doctor, having written a prescription, and just laid down his pen, was pulling on his glove. Cleve had no idea that he was to see Doctor Grimshaw. Quite another physician, with whom he had no acquaintance, had been agreed upon between him and Miss Sheckleton. As it turned out, however, that gentleman was now away upon an interesting visit, at a country mansion, and Doctor Grimshaw was thus unexpectedly summoned. Cleve was unpleasantly surprised, for he had already an acquaintance with that good man, which he fancied was not recorded in his recollection to his credit. I think if the doctor's eye had not been directed toward the door when he entered, that Cleve Verney would have drawn back; but that would not do now. "Doctor Grimshaw?" said Cleve. "Yes, sir;" said the old gentleman. "I think, Doctor Grimshaw, you know me?" "Oh, yes, sir; of course I do;" said the Doctor, with an uncomfortable smile, ever so little bitter, and a slight bow, "Mr. Verney, yes." And the doctor paused, looking toward him, pulling on his other glove, and expecting a question. "Your patient, Doctor Grimshaw, doing very well, I'm told?" "Nicely, sir--very nicely now. I was a little uncomfortable about her just at one time, but doing very well now; and it's a boy--a fine child. Good morning, sir." He had taken up his hat. "And Doctor Grimshaw, just one word. May I beg, as a matter of professional _honour_, that this--all this, shall be held as strictly _secret_--everything connected with it as strictly confidential?" The doctor looked down on the carpet with a pained countenance. "Certainly, sir," he said, drily. "That's all, I suppose? Of course, Mr. Verney, I shan't--since such I suppose to be the wish of all parties--mention the case." "Of _all_ parties, certainly; and it is in tenderness to others, not to myself, that I make the request." "I'm sorry it should be necessary, sir;" said Doctor Grimshaw, almost sternly. "I know Miss Sheckleton and her family; this poor young lady, I understand, is a cousin of hers. I am _sorry_, sir, upon her account, that any mystery should be desirable." "It _is_ desirable, and, in fact, _indispensable_, sir," said Cleve, a little stiffly, for he did not see what right that old doctor had to assume a lecturer's tone toward him. "No one shall be compromised by me, sir," said the doctor, with a sad and offended bow. And the Doctor drove home pretty well tired out. I am afraid that Cleve did not very much care whom he might compromise, provided he himself were secure. But even from himself the utter selfishness, which toned a character passionate and impetuous enough to simulate quite unconsciously the graces of magnanimity and tenderness, was hidden.