And it is no good advising her to climb the Great Pyramid, though she is doing Egypt this winter, because I heard her say yesterday that she should never think of going up the pyramids until the children of Israel, or whoever the natives are who live around those parts, have the sense to put an elevator right up the centre." Jane and the doctor laughed, and Flower, settling herself more comfortably, for the doctor's arm had stolen around her, said: "Jane, I heard you playing THE ROSARY just now, such a favourite of mine, and it is months since I heard it.

Do sing it, dear." Jane met the doctor's eyes and smiled reassuringly; then turned without any hesitation and did as Flower asked.

The prescription had already done her good.
At the last words of the song the doctor's wife bent over and laid a tender little kiss just above his temple, where the thick dark hair was streaked with silver.

But the doctor's mind was intent on Jane, and before the final chords were struck he knew he had diagnosed her case correctly.

"But she had better go abroad," he thought.