"Thank you," said Arbuthnot. "I never heard that civility accomplished so dexterously before. It is perfectly easy to explain the preternatural adroitness of speech on which Mrs. Amory prides herself. But don't be too kind to me, professor, and weaken my resolution not to present myself unless I have just appropriated an idea from somewhere. If I should appear some day _au naturel_, not having taken the precaution to attire myself in the mature reflections of my acquaintance, I shouldn't pay you for the wear and tear of seeing me, I'll confess beforehand." "I once told you," said the professor to Tredennis, after the fourth visit, "that I was not fond of him, but there had been times when I had been threatened with it. This is one of the times. Ah!" with a sigh of fatigue, "I understand the attraction--I understand it." The following week Tredennis arrived at the house one evening to find it in some confusion. The _coupé_ of a prominent medical man stood before the pavement, and the servant who opened the door looked agitated. "The professor, sir," he said, "has had a fall. We hope he aint much hurt, and Mr. Arbuthnot and the doctor are with him." "Ask if I may go upstairs," said Tredennis; and, as he asked it, Arbuthnot appeared on the landing above, and, seeing who was below, came down at once. "There is no real cause for alarm," he said, "though he has had a shock. He had been out, and the heat must have been too much for him. As he was coming up the steps he felt giddy and lost his footing, and fell. Doctor Malcolm is with him, and says he needs nothing but entire quiet. I am glad you have come. Did you receive my message?" "No," answered Tredennis. "I have not been to my room." "Come into the library," said Arbuthnot. "I have something to say to you." He led the way into the room, and Tredennis followed him, wondering. When they got inside Arbuthnot turned and closed the door. "I suppose," he said, "you know no more certainly than I do where Mr. Amory is to be found." And as he spoke he took a telegram from his pocket. "What is the matter?" demanded Tredennis. "What has"-- "This came almost immediately after the professor's accident," said Arbuthnot. "It is from Mrs. Amory, asking him to come to her. Janey is very ill." "What!" exclaimed Tredennis. "And she alone, and probably without any physician she relies on!" "Some one must go to her," said Arbuthnot, "and the professor must know nothing of it. If we knew of any woman friend of hers we might appeal to her; but everybody is out of town." He paused a second, his eyes fixed on Tredennis's changing face. "If you will remain with the professor," he said, "I will go myself, and take Doctor Wentworth with me." "You!" said Tredennis.