to the hollow of his cheek,
and his eyes met mine with wistful mute entreaty. The instinct of my
profession seized me at once. I could never behold suffering without
forgetting all else in the desire to relieve it.

"You are in pain," said I, softly. "Sit down and describe the symptoms.
Here, it is true, I am no professional doctor, but I am a friend who is
fond of doctoring, and knows something about it."

So we sat down a little apart from the other guests, and after a few
questions and answers, I was pleased to find that his "tic" did not
belong to the less curable kind of that agonizing neuralgia. I was
especially successful in my treatment of similar sufferings, for which I
had discovered an anodyne that was almost specific. I wrote on a leaf of
my pocketbook a prescription which I felt sure would be efficacious, and
as I tore it out and placed it in his hand, I chanced to look up, and
saw the hazel eyes of my hostess fixed upon me with a kinder and softer
expression than they often condescended to admit into their cold and
penetrating lustre. At that moment, however, her attention was drawn
from me to a servant, who entered with a note, and I heard him say,
though in an undertone, "From Mrs. Ashleigh."

She opened the note, read it hastily, ordered the servant to wait
without the door, retired to her writing-table, which stood near the
place at which I still lingered, rested her face on her hand, and seemed
musing. Her meditation was very soon over. She turned her head, and to
my surprise, beckoned to me. I approached.

"Sit here," she whispered: "turn your back towards those people, who are
no doubt watching us. Read this."

She placed in my hand the note she had just received. It contained but a
few words, to this effect:--

DEAR MARGARET,--I am so distressed. Since I wrote to you a few
hours ago, Lilian is taken suddenly ill, and I fear seriously. What
medical man should I send for? Let my servant have his name and
address.

A. A.

I sprang from my seat.

"Stay," said Mrs. Poyntz. "Would you much care if I sent the servant to
Dr. Jones?"

"Ah, madam, you are cruel! What have I done that you should become my
enemy?"

"Enemy! No. You have just befriended one of my friends. In this world
of fools intellect should ally itself with intellect. No; I am not your
enemy! But you have not yet asked me to be your friend."

Here she put int