"He doesn't charge as highly as people seem to think.

Besides, I'll go with you and introduce you, and he'll charge only as he does the rest of us in the profession." Constance's head throbbed frantically.

She felt that she must have some relief soon.

"All right," she agreed, "I'll go with you, and thank you, Adele." Dr.Price's office was on the first floor of the fashionable Recherche Apartments, and, as she expected, Constance noted a line of motor cars before it.
They entered and were admitted to a richly furnished room, in mahogany and expensive Persian rugs, where a number of patients waited.

One after another an attendant summoned them noiselessly and politely to see the doctor, until at last the turn of Constance and Adele came.
Dr.Price was a youngish, middle-aged man, tall, with a sallow countenance and a self-confident, polished manner which went a long way in reassuring the patients, most of whom were ladies.
As they entered the doctor's sanctum behind the folding doors, Adele seemed to be on very good terms indeed with him.
They seated themselves in the deep leather chairs beside Dr.Price's desk, and he inclined his head to listen to the story of their ailments.
"Doctor," began Constance's introducer, "I've brought my friend, Mrs.
Dunlap, who is suffering from one of those awful headaches.