Dr.Stephen Letsom was quick to recognize that fact.
"I am the doctor," he replied, quietly.
"Then for Heaven's sake, help me! I am almost mad.

My wife has been suddenly taken ill, and I have been to the hotel, where they tell me they have not a room in which they can lodge her.

The thing is incredible.

You must help me." "I will do what I can," returned the doctor.
Had fortune indeed knocked at his door at last?
He went to the carriage-door, and, looking inside, saw a lady, young and beautiful, who stretched out her hands to him, as though appealing for help.
"I am very ill," she moaned, feebly.
Dr.Letsom guessed so much from her pallid face and shadowed eyes.
"What is the matter with your wife ?" he asked of the strange gentleman, who bent down and whispered something that made Dr.Letsom himself look anxious.
"Now doctor," said the traveler, "it is useless to raise objections You see how the matter stands; my wife must stop here.

The hotel is full of visitors--people who are here for the races.