I'm sure, Doctor, if you saw him you might suggest something. Or,
may be, he would open his mind to you."
"I'll think it over," said I. "Mrs. Jones has sent for me to see her
baby to-night. I was just about starting when you called. On my way
back, if, on reflection, it seems to me advisable, I will drop in at
your house."
"Call at any rate, Doctor," urged Mrs. Wallingford. "Even if you
don't see Henry, you may be able to advise me as to what I had
better do."
I gave my promise, and the troubled mother went back through storm
and darkness to her home. By this time my overcoat was thoroughly
dried. As Constance brought it forth warm from the fire, she looked
into my face with an expression of inquiry. But I was not ready to
speak in regard to Mrs. Wallingford, and, perceiving this at a
glance, she kept silence on that subject.
As I opened the front door, the storm swept into my face; but I
passed out quickly into the night, and shielding myself with an
umbrella, as best I could, bent to the rushing wind, and took my
solitary way in the direction of Mrs.
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