During all these questions, and to a certain extent their cause, Constance had been quite conscious that the doctor was still watching her, and now she once more turned to him, to say, with an inflection of disapproval,— “When I spoke to you just now, Dr. Armstrong, I did not mean to interrupt you in your duties, and you must not let me detain you from them.” “I had made my morning rounds long before you came, Miss Durant,” equably answered the doctor, “and had merely come back for a moment to take a look at one of the patients.” “I feared you were neglecting—were allowing my arrival to interfere with more important matters,” replied Miss Durant, frigidly. “I never knew a denser man,” she added to herself, again seeking to ignore his presence by giving her attention to Swot. “I should have brought a book with me to-day, to read aloud to you, but I had no idea what kind of a story would interest you. If you know of one, I’ll get it and come to-morrow.” “Gee, Ise in it dis time wid bote feet, oin’t Ise? Say, will youse git one of de Old Sleuts? Deys de peachiest books dat wuz ever wroten.” “I will, if my bookshop has one, or can get it for me in time.” “There is little chance of your getting it there, Miss Durant,” interposed Dr. Armstrong; “but there is a place not far from here where stories of that character are kept; and if it will save you any trouble, I’ll gladly get one of them for you.” “I have already overtaxed your kindness,” replied Constance, “and so will not trouble you in this.” “It would be no trouble.” “Thank you, but I shall enjoy the search myself.” “Say,” broke in the urchin. “Youse ought to let de doc do it. Don’t youse see dat he wants to, ’cause he’s stuck on youse?” “Then I’ll come to-morrow and read to you, Swot,” hastily remarked Miss Durant, pulling her veil over her face. “Good-bye.” Without heeding the boy’s “Dat’s fine,” or giving Dr. Armstrong a word of farewell, she went hurrying along the ward, and then downstairs, to her carriage. Yet once within its shelter, the girl leaned back and laughed merrily. “It’s perfectly absurd for him to behave so before all the nurses and patients, and he ought to know better. It is to be hoped _that_ was a sufficiently broad hint for his comprehension, and that henceforth he won’t do it.” Yet it must be confessed that the boy’s remark frequently recurred that day to Miss Durant; and if it had no other result, it caused her to devote an amount of thought to Dr. Armstrong quite out of proportion to the length of the acquaintance.