I noticed you and our charming Miss Rose were at daggers-drawn even before you got properly introduced; and I couldn't account for it in any other way than by supposing you had made love to her and deserted her--in some other planet, perhaps." Stanford looked with eyes of laughing wonder in the face of the imperturbable Doctor, who never moved a muscle.
"Upon my life, Danton," he exclaimed letting his hand fall lightly on the Doctor's shoulder, "you ought to be burned for a wizard! What other planet do you suppose it was ?" "Has that sprained ankle of yours got quite strong again ?" somewhat irrelevantly inquired the physician.
Reginald Stanford laughed.
"Most astute of men! Who has been telling you tales ?" "My own natural sagacity.

How many weeks were you laid up ?" "Three," still laughing.
"I was here at the time, and I recollect the sudden passion Rose was seized with for long rides every day.

I couldn't imagine what was the cause.

I think I can, now." "Doctor Danton, your penetration does you credit.

She's a dear little girl, and the best of nurses." "And do you know--But perhaps you will be offended." "Not I.Out with it." "Well, then, I think it is a pity you were engaged before you sprained that ankle." "Do you, really?
Might I ask why ?" "I think Rose would make such a charming Mrs.Stanford." "So do I," said Mr.Stanford, with perfect composure.