would have an exaggerated power of suffering. I see," added the Doctor, with his most insinuating, his most professional laugh, "you are already interested!"
"I have been interested from the moment he told me he was engaged," said Mrs. Montgomery.
"Ah! he says that—he calls it an engagement?"
"Oh, he has told me you didn't like it."
"Did he tell you that I don't like him?"
"Yes, he told me that too. I said I couldn't help it!" added Mrs. Montgomery.
"Of course you can't. But what you can do is to tell me I am right—to give me an attestation, as it were." And the Doctor accompanied this remark with another professional smile.
Mrs. Montgomery, however, smiled not at all; it was obvious that she could not take the humorous view of his appeal. "That is a good deal to ask," she said at last.
"There can be no doubt of that; and I must, in conscience, remind you of the advantages a young man marrying my daughter would enjoy. She has an income of ten thousand dollars in her own right,
