I thought perhaps you could give her some of that medicine that has done me so much good." The doctor bowed without saying anything and shifted his eyes from Adele to Constance.

"Just what seems to be the difficulty ?" he inquired.
Constance told him how she felt, of her general lassitude and the big, throbbing veins in her temples.
"Ah--a woman's headaches!" he smiled, adding, "Nothing serious, however, in this case, as far as I can see.

We can fix this one all right, I think." He wrote out a prescription quickly and handed it to Constance.
"Of course," he added, as he pocketed his fee, "it makes no difference to me personally, but I would advise that you have it filled at Muller's--Miss Gordon knows the place.

I think Muller's drugs are perhaps fresher than those of most druggists, and that makes a great deal of difference." He had risen and was politely and suavely bowing them out of another door, at the same time by pressing a button signifying to his attendant to admit the next patient.
Constance had preceded Adele, and, as she passed through the other door, she overheard the doctor whisper to her friend, "I'm going to stop for you to-night to take a ride.

I have something important I want to say to you." She did not catch Adele's answer, but as they left the marble and onyx, brass-grilled entrance, Adele remarked: "That's his car--over there.
Oh, but he is a reckless driver--dashes along pell-mell--but always seems to have his eye out for everything--never seems to be arrested, never in an accident." Constance turned in the direction of the car and was startled to see the familiar face of Drummond across the street dodging behind it.