erested," she said aloud, sharply, thinking that
this was exactly what came of giving a lift to the Cooneys. "I think
it's simply disgusting.... Get us through this, William."

"It's familiar, at any rate. Let's see. Dunbar must be the next street
over but one, isn't it?"

Cally, lifting a handkerchief to obliterate the adjacent odors of a
gas-tank, said: "I haven't the smallest idea."

"Why, don't you like the rattle of business, Cally? Don't you like the
bustle, the fine democratic air?--Why, _hello_! There's V.V.!"

Carlisle's head turned at once.

"He's signalling us," said Hen, waving back; and she nervily added:
"Stop, William!"

Following Henrietta Cooney's look, Carlisle's eyes fell, sure enough,
upon the tall figure of Dr. Vivian crossing the humming side-street
straight toward them. Her glance caught him in the act of removing his
derby, bowing in response to the cheeky salute of Hen....

"Ah, he's using a cane," added Hen, below her breath. "That means his
foot is bad...."

"But he has no right to signal _me_," said Carlisle. "Drive on,
William."

But she herself unconsciously spoke in an undertone, and the order
appeared to be lost in the enveloping din. William, all but blockaded
anyway, had come to a halt. Coincidentally sounded the voice of Hen, the
pachyderm:

"Hello, V.V.! What're you doing way down here in the wilds? Not visiting
the sick, without your little black bag?"

V. Vivian stood bareheaded at the side of Mr. Heth's (of the Works)
shining car.

"How'do, Henrietta?--Oh, good afternoon, Miss Heth. No, I--I'm down here
on other business this time...."

Carlisle, her eyes about on a level with the young man's interesting
piscatorial necktie, had acknowledged his greeting by the smallest and
frigidest inclination of her head. That done, feeling outraged by this
whole proceeding, she at once looked ostentatiously in another
direction.

The lame doctor, for his part, appeared a little embarrassed by the
rencontre, or perhaps excited, one or both.

"I--it's a very fortunate coincidence, meeting you in this way," he
began at once. "The fact was, I--ah--was just thinking of you at that
moment, Miss Heth,--wishing very much to see you--"

Miss Heth turned her pretty head once more, this time with a sort of
jerk. So the man pretended to have forgotten that she had ordered him
not to address her again.

Now her eyes fully met those of Dalhousie's friend, and in that meeting
she was c