"I want to see if I can't heal that cut without a scar," was his explanation--but it was a mere excuse.
When Arthur called on the fifth day, Schulze's elder daughter, Madelene, opened the door.

"Will you please tell the doctor," said he, "that the workman who cut his finger at the cooperage wishes to see him ?" Madelene's dark gray eyes twinkled.

She was a tall and, so he thought, rather severe-looking young woman; her jet black hair was simply, yet not without a suspicion of coquetry, drawn back over her ears from a central part--or what would have been a part had her hair been less thick.

She was studying medicine under her father.

It was the first time he had seen her, it so happened, since she was in knee dresses at public school.