A shadow fell across my wife's face.
"People are thoughtless of Doctors," she remarked, a little fretfully, "and often choose the worst weather and the most untimely seasons to send for them." I did not answer, but listened as the boy went to the door.

Some one was admitted, and shown into the office.
"Who is it ?" I enquired, as Joseph came to the sitting-room.
"Mrs.Wallingford." My wife and I exchanged glances.

She looking grave and curious; but no remark was made.
"Good-evening, Mrs.Wallingford," said I, on entering my office.

"This is a very bad night for a lady to come out.

I hope no one is seriously ill." "I wish you would come over and see our Henry, Doctor." There was a choking tremor in her voice; and as I looked in her face, I saw that it was pale and distressed.
"What's the matter ?" I inquired.
"I can't say what it is, Doctor.