CHAPTER XVII.
Dinner was to be half an hour later than usual, and Dr.Panton, as he went off to his comfortable, warm room, felt pleasantly, healthily tired.
He had gone in to see his patients for a moment on his way upstairs, and they were both going on well.

Bubbles was beginning to look her own queer, elfish little self again.

She was curiously apathetic, as people so often are after any kind of shock, but it was clear that there were to be no bad after-effects of the accident.

As for Donnington, the young man declared that he felt quite all right, and he was even anxious to get up for dinner.

But that, of course, could not be allowed.
"All's well that ends well," muttered the doctor, as he threw himself for a moment into a chair drawn up invitingly before the fire.
He did go on to tell himself, however, that he now felt a little concerned over Lionel Varick.