CHAPTER II.
THE WALL BETWEEN "The child has brought us luck--luck at last, Mildred," Dr.Carruthers was saying, a few hours later.

"When I lifted her in my arms she was as light as a feather.

A poor little shabby, overworked thing, all eyes, and too big a forehead.

Her boots were broken, and I noticed that her fingers were rough with hard work." He was walking up and down his wife's drawing-room in a tremendous state of excitement, while she smiled at him from the sofa.
"It is wonderful, coming just now, too, when I had made up my mind that we couldn't keep afloat here much longer, and had resolved to give up this house at the September quarter and retire into a dingier part of the town.

Once it is known that I am Lady Anne Hamilton's medical man the snobs of the neighbourhood will all be sending for me." "Poor Dr.Pownall!" said Mrs.Carruthers, laughing softly.
"Oh, Pownall is all right.