Dr.Brown," continued Kathleen with a note of anxiety in her voice, "Mrs.Waring-Gaunt wondered if you would mind coming in to see her brother.

He was wounded with a gunshot in the arm about ten days ago.

Dr.Hudson, who was one of your pupils, I believe, said he would like to have you see him when you came.

I wonder if you would mind coming in now." Kathleen's face was flushed and her words flowed in a hurried stream.
"Not at all, not at all," answered the doctor, rising hastily from the motor and going in with Kathleen.
"Oh, Larry," breathed Jane in a rapture of delight, "isn't she lovely, isn't she lovely?
I had no idea she was so perfectly lovely." Not the moon, nor the glory of the landscape with all its wonder of plain and valley and mountain peak had been able to awaken Jane to ecstasy, but the rare loveliness of this girl, her beauty, her sweet simplicity, had kindled Jane to enthusiasm.
"Well, Jane, you are funny," said Larry.

"You rave and go wild over Kathleen, and yet you keep quite cool over that most wonderful view." "View!" said Jane contemptuously.