It was said quietly, without bitterness, but Dr. McKenzie was quite suddenly and unreasonably moved by the thought of all that Emily had missed. He felt it utterly unfair that she should sit alone by an empty hearth while he and Jean frivolled. He had never thought of Hilda by an empty hearth--and she had been often alone--but there was this which made the difference, he would not have asked Hilda to meet his daughter's friends. She had her place in his household, but it was not the place which Emily filled. Yet he missed her. He missed her blond picturesqueness at the dinner table, her trim whiteness as she served him in his office. He came back to the question of Emily. "You can tell Drake we will go, if Emily can accompany us." "But, Doctor, I'd rather not." "Why not?" "I'm not included in the invitation." "Don't be self-conscious." "And I haven't anything to wear." "You never looked better than you do at this moment. And Jean can get you that scarf of her mother's with the jet and spangles." "The peacocky one--oh, yes, Daddy." Jean danced back to the telephone. Derry was delighted to include Miss Bridges. "Bring a dozen if you wish." "I don't want a dozen. I want just Daddy and Emily." "And me?" "Of course--silly--" Laughter singing along the wire. "May I come now?" "I have to change my dress." "In an hour, then?" "Yes." "I can't really believe that we are going together!" "Together--" CHAPTER X A MAN WITH MONEY White and silver for Jean, the peacocky scarf making Emily shine with the best of them, Dr. McKenzie called away at the last moment, and promising to join them later; Derry catching his breath when he saw his violets among Jean's laces; Drusilla wondering a little at this transfigured Derry; Marion Gray settling down to the comfort of a chat with Emily--what had these to do with a Tin Soldier on a shelf? "How is your father, Derry?" "Better, Drusilla. He has a fine nurse. Dr. McKenzie sent her." "And I have Emily," Jean sang from the corner of the big car where Derry had her penned in, with the fragrance of her violets sweeping over him as he sat next to her. "I want Emily always, but Daddy has to have a nurse in the office, and Emily won't give up her toys. And in the meantime Hilda and I are ready to scratch each other's eyes out. Please keep her as long as you can on your father's case, Mr. Drake." "Say 'Derry,'" he commanded under cover of the light laughter of the women. "Not before---everybody--" "Whisper it, then." "Derry, Derry." His pulses pounded. During the rest of the drive, he spoke to his other guests and seemed to listen, but he heard nothing--nothing but the whisper of that beloved voice.