Dr. Armstrong’s eyes travelled over her from head to foot, taking in the charming gown of satin and lace, the strings of pearls about her exquisite throat and wrists, and all the other details which made up such a beautiful picture. “I forgot,” he said, quietly, “that society duties now take precedence over all others.” Then, with an instant change of manner, he went on: “You do yourself an injustice, I think, Miss Durant, in even questioning what you are going to do. You know you are coming to the boy.” For the briefest instant the girl returned his intent look, trying to fathom what enabled him to speak with such absolute surety; then she said, “Let us lose no time,” as she turned back into the hall and hurried out of the front door, not even attending to the doctor’s protest about her going without a wrap; and she only said to him at the carriage door, “You will drive with me, of course, Dr. Armstrong?” Then to the footman, “Tell Murdock, the hospital, Maxwell, but you are to go at once to Mrs. Purdy, and say I shall be prevented from coming to her to-night by a call that was not to be disregarded,” “It was madness of you, Miss Durant, to come out without a cloak, and I insist on your wearing this,” said the doctor, the moment the carriage had started, as he removed his own overcoat. “Oh, I forgot—but I mustn’t take it from you, Dr. Armstrong.” “Have no thought of me. I am twice as warmly clad as you, and am better protected than usual.” Despite her protest he placed it about Constance’s shoulders and buttoned it up. “You know,” he said, “the society girl with her bare throat and arms is at once the marvel and the despair of us doctors, for every dinner or ball ought to have its death-list from pneumonia; but it never—” “Will it be a very painful operation?” asked the girl. “Not at all; and the anaesthetic prevents consciousness. If Swot were a little older, I should not have had to trouble you. It is a curious fact that boys, as a rule, face operations more bravely than any other class of patient we have.” “I wonder why that is?” queried Constance. “It is due to the same ambition which makes cigarette-smokers of them—a desire to be thought manly.” Once the carriage reached the hospital, Constance followed the doctor up the stairs and through the corridor. “Let me relieve you of the coat, Miss Durant,” he advised, and took it from her and passed it over to one of the orderlies. Then, opening a door, he made way for her to enter. [Illustration: “The two were quickly seated on the floot”]