"I'd rather wait till I get up before seeing Mr.Varick." "He only wants to come in for a minute--do see him." Dr.Panton spoke persuasively, but he told himself that Varick was right--Bubbles _had_ got that extraordinary, horrible notion into her head.

"He's very much upset," he went on, "he thinks that unconsciously he may have given you some kind of push over the edge of the embankment." He saw her face change.

It crimsoned darkly.
"Has he told you that ?" she muttered.
"Yes, he has; and he's awfully upset about it, Miss Bubbles." "I suppose I had better see him.

I shall have to see him some time." She said the words between her teeth, and, making an effort, she sat up in bed.
Dr.Panton went to the door, and opened it.
"Come in," he called out; "but don't stay long, Varick.

Miss Bubbles is very tired to-night." Varick came in slowly and advanced with curiously hesitating, nervous steps, towards the bed.