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They were presented to the Doctor as Dr. Memberly and Dr. Locaman, and looked him over. There was a certain change of manner in each of them: the younger man, after a glance, increased perceptibly his show of respect toward the city man; the latter treated the Doctor with civility, but talked in an ex-cathedra way. He understood the case and had no question as to its treatment. As for Dr.
Nailor; though, had Keith read aright the color rising in her cheeks, he might have guessed that she was giving at least half her attention to his side of the room, where Miss Abigail was talking of her. Keith, however, was just then much interested in Miss Abigail's account of Dr. Locaman, who, it seemed, was more attentive to Lois than ever. "I don't know what she will do," she said.
A gesture and nod completed the sentence. "But I am not a New York man," said Keith. "Oh, you are getting to be a very fair counterfeit," said the old lady, half grimly. Lois was very ill. She had been under a great strain in New York, and had finally broken down. Among other items of interest that Keith gleaned was that Dr. Locaman, the resident physician at Brookford, was a suitor of Lois.
"Good-by"; and with a muttered good-by to Dr. Locaman, who stood with wide-open eyes gazing at him, he turned and went down the steps. "I don't like that man," said the young Doctor. This speech sealed his fate. "Don't you? I do," said Lois, half dreamily. Her thoughts were far from the young physician at that moment; and when they returned to him, she knew that she would never marry him.
As they drove out of the grounds they passed a good-looking young fellow just going in. Keith recognized Dr. Locaman. "That is the young man who is so attentive to your young friend," said Mrs. Nailor; "Dr. Locaman. He saved her life and now is going to marry her." It gave Keith a pang. "I know him. He did not save her life. If anybody did that, it was an old country doctor, Dr. Balsam."
Keith decided, therefore, that he would simply go to the city and ascertain where she was. He thought of going to see Dr. Locaman, but something restrained him. The snow was deep, and he was anxious to find Lois; so he went straight down to the city that evening. The next day he discovered that it was not quite so easy to find one who wished to be lost. Norman knew nothing of her.
He took command and fought disease as an arch-enemy. So now. Dr. Memberly came to the bedside and began to talk in a low, professional tone. Lois shut her eyes, but her fingers closed slightly on Dr. Balsam's hand. "The medicine appears to have quieted her somewhat. I have directed the nurse to continue it," observed Dr. Memberly. "Quite so. By all means continue it," assented Dr. Locaman.
Why, she she is engaged to or in love with Dr. Locaman." "She is not," said Mrs. Lancaster, firmly, "and she never will be. If you go about it right she will marry you." She added calmly: "I hope she will, with all my heart." "Marry me! Lois Huntington! Why " "She considers me her grandmother, perhaps; but not you her grandfather. She thinks you are much too young for me.
He felt it would be folly, if not sacrilege, to go further. Just then there was a step on the walk, and the young man Keith had seen, Dr. Locaman, came up the steps. He was a handsome man, stout, well dressed, and well satisfied. Keith could have consigned him and all his class to a distant and torrid clime. He came up the steps cheerily and began talking at once.
Memberly, the specialist, first, the young doctor next, and Dr. Balsam last. Dr. Memberly addressed the nurse, and Dr. Locaman followed him like his shadow, enforcing his words and copying insensibly his manner. Dr. Balsam walked over to the bedside, and leaning over, took the patient's thin, wan hand. "My dear, I am Dr. Balsam. Do you remember me?"
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