The chain of Mr. Hancock's gold pencil case rattled softly as he made notes on the corners of the letters. "Did you have a pleasant week-end?" "Very" said Miriam emphatically. There was a squeak at the side of the cabinet. "Yes" said Miriam down the speaking tube.... "Thank you. Will you please bring up some tubes and serviettes." "Mr. Wontner." "Thank you." ... "Mrs. Hermann is 'frightfully shocked' at the amount of her account. What did we send it in for?" "Seventy guineas. It's a reduction, and it's two years' work for the whole family." The bell sounded again.... "Lady Cazalet has bad toothache and can you see her at once." "Con_found_.... Will you go down and talk to her and see if you can get one of the others to see her." "She won't." "Well then she must wait. I'll have Mr. Wontner up." Miriam rang. Mr. Hancock began busily washing his hands. The patient came in. He greeted him over his shoulder. Miriam gathered up the sheaf of annotated letters and the appointment book and ran down-stairs. "Has Mr. Leyton a patient Emma?" "Miss Jones just gone in, Miss." "Oh, Emma, will you ask the workshop for Mr. Hancock's rubber and clamps?" She rang through to Mr. Leyton's room. "There's a patient of Mr. Hancock's in pain, can you see them if I can persuade them?" she murmured. "Right, in ten minutes" came the answering murmur. Mr. Hancock's bell sounded from her room. She went to his tube in the hall. "Can I have my charts?" Running into her room she hunted out the first chart from a case full and ran upstairs with it. Mr. Hancock's patient was sitting forward in the chair urging the adoption of the decimal system. Running down again she went into the waiting room. The dark Turkey carpeted oak furnished length seemed full of seated forms. Miriam peered and Lady Cazalet, with her hat already off rose from the deep arm-chair at her side. "Can he see me?" she said in a clear trembling undertone, her dark eyes wide upon Miriam's. Miriam gazed deep into the limpid fear. What a privilege. How often Captain Cazalet must be beside himself with unworthiness. "Yes, if you can wait a little" she said dropping her eyes and standing with arms restrained. "I think it won't be very long" she added lingering a moment as the little form relapsed into the chair. "Lady Cazalet will wait until you can see her" she tubed up to Mr. Hancock. "Can't you make her see one of the others?" "I'm afraid it's impossible; I'll tell you later." "Well I'll see her as soon as I can. I'm afraid she'll have to wait." Miriam went back to her room to sort out the remaining charts. On her table lay a broken denture in a faded morocco case; a strip of paper directed "five-thirty sharp" in Mr. Orly's handwriting. Mr. Leyton's door burst open. He came with flying coat-tails. "Vi got to see that patient of Mr. Hancock's" he asked breathlessly. "No" said Miriam "she won't." "Right" he said swinging back. "I'll keep Miss Jones on."