For that morning at least she had made herself indispensable to Madame.

For years, she knew, Madame had striven fawningly for the exclusive patronage of Mrs.Pletheridge, and she, Gabriella, had attained it, without loss of pride or self-respect, by a few words of honest and sensible criticism.

She had applied her intelligence to the situation, and her intelligence had served Dinard's more successfully than Madame's duplicity had done.
At home she found Dr.French, who had just brought the delighted children back from their drive.

When she thanked him, she saw that there was a glow of pleasure in his rather delicate face, and that this glow lent an expression of ecstasy to his dark-gray eyes--the eyes of a mystic and a dreamer.

"I wonder how he ever became a physician," she thought.