Keith was standing with his back to the door; but he knew by the movement of those before him, and the lighting up of their faces, that it was the Doctor himself, even before the maid said: "Here he is now." He turned to find an old man of medium size, in a clerical dress quite brown with age and weather, but whose linen was spotless.

His brow under his snow-white hair was lofty and calm; his eyes were clear and kindly; his mouth expressed both firmness and gentleness; his whole face was benignancy itself.
His eye rested for a moment on Keith as the servant indicated him, and then swept about the room; and with little more than a nod to Keith he passed him by and entered the waiting-room.

Keith, though a little miffed at being ignored by him, had time to observe him as he talked to his other visitors in turn.

He manifestly knew his business, and appeared to Keith, from the scraps of conversation he heard, to know theirs also.

To some he gave encouragement; others he chided; but to all he gave sympathy, and as one after another went out their faces brightened.
When he was through with them he turned and approached Keith with his hands extended.
"You must pardon me for keeping you waiting so long; these poor people have nothing but their time, and I always try to teach them the value of it by not keeping them waiting." "Certainly, sir," said Keith, warmed in the glow of his kindly heart.