Still, the girl was charming.

Kitty turned over the photograph.

There was writing on the back.
"Russian?
What does it say ?" "'To Ivan from Olga with all her love.'" Cutty was conscious of the presence of an indefensible malice in his tones.

Why the deuce should he be bitter--glad that the chap had left behind a sweetheart?
He knew exactly the basis of Kitty's interest, as utterly detached as that of a reporter going to a fire.

On the day the patient could explain himself, Kitty's interest would automatically cease.