Richard Selwyn, Sunnyside, Monkshaven--that right ?" He departed to the library in search of Dr.Selywn's credentials, presently returning with a somewhat rueful grin on his face.
"He seems all right--rather a clever man, judging by his degrees and the appointments he has held," he acknowledged grudgingly.
"I'm sure he's all right, asserted Sara firmly.
"Although I don't understand why such a good man at his job should be practicing in a little one-horse place like Monkshaven," retorted Geoffrey maliciously.
"Probably he went there on account of his wife's health," suggested Elisabeth.

"He says she is an invalid." "Oh, well"-- Geoffrey yielded unwillingly--"I suppose you'll go, Sara.
But if the experiment isn't a success you must come back to us at once.
Is that a bargain ?" Sara hesitated.
"Promise," commanded Geoffrey.

"Or"-- firmly--"I'm hanged if we let you go at all." "Very well," agreed Sara meekly.

"I'll promise." "I hope the experiment will be an utter failure," observed Tim, later on, when he and Sara were alone together.

He spoke with an oddly curt--almost inimical--inflection in his voice.
"Now that's unkind of you, Tim," she protested smilingly.