CHAPTER XII.
But suddenly I remembered Mrs.Poyntz.I ought to call on her.

So I closed my round of visits at her door.

The day was then far advanced, and the servant politely informed me that Mrs.Poyntz was at dinner.

I could only leave my card, with a message that I would pay my respects to her the next day.

That evening I received from her this note:-- Dear Dr.Fenwick,--I regret much that I cannot have the pleasure of seeing you to-morrow.