THE IVORY TOWER
Doctor Hatch just demurred. "You kept her through her having sent for you to talk to you."
"Yes, I know. But it's very extraordinary!"
"You seem to make people extraordinary. You've made your uncle, you know———!"
"Yes indeed—but haven't I made him better?" Gray asked.
The Doctor again for a moment hesitated. "Yes—in the sense that he must be now at last really resting. But I go back to him."
"I'll go with you of course," said Gray, looking about for his hat. As he found it he oddly remembered. "Why she asked me to dinner!"
It all but amused the Doctor. "You inspire remarkable efforts."
"Well, I'm incapable of making them." It seemed now queer enough. "I can't stay to dinner."
"Then we'll go." With which however, Doctor Hatch was not too preoccupied to have had his attention, within the minute, otherwise taken. "What a splendid piece!" he exclaimed in presence of the ivory tower.
"It is splendid," said Gray, feeling its beauty again the brightest note in the strangeness; but with a pang of responsibility to it taking him too. "Miss Gaw has made me a present of it."
"Already? You do work them!"—and the good physician fairly grazed again the act of mirth. "So you'll take it away?"
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