He went home earlier than usual--unutterably dissatisfied with himself.
The servant had returned.

Dr.Wybrow was ashamed to question him.

The man reported the result of his errand, without waiting to be asked.
'The lady's name is the Countess Narona.

She lives at--' Without waiting to hear where she lived, the Doctor acknowledged the all-important discovery of her name by a silent bend of the head, and entered his consulting-room.

The fee that he had vainly refused still lay in its little white paper covering on the table.