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"Not a scrap," was the blunt reply, "except that Lady Doentle a nature--"

The doctor paused abruptly His visitor's fingers had strayed across his throat

"That's a different matter," the former continued fiercely "That's just where the weak spot in her brain remains If you ask me, I believe it's pandered to by Mrs Unthank Come to think of it," he went on, "the Doe back, send Mrs Unthank away, sleep with your doors wide open If a single night passes without Lady Do to your room with a knife in her hand, she will be cured in time of that mania at any rate Dare you do that?"

Doitation The doctor grinned contemptuously

"Still afraid!" he scoffed

"Not in the way you iine," his visitor replied "My wife has already promised to make no further attempt upon my life"

"Well, you can cure her if you want to," the doctor declared, "and if you do, you will have the sweetest coive up the idea of town houses and racing and yachting, and grouse s I suppose you've been looking forward to You'll have for soive every moment of your time to your wife"

Dominey moved uneasily in his chair

"For the next few months," he said, "that would be impossible"

"Impossible!"

The doctor repeated the word, see scorn

"I am not quite the idler I used to be," Do "Nowadays, you cannotoff the whole of the es upon the Dominey estates within the next few months"

"How you spend your time is your affair, not mine," the doctor muttered "All I say about the matter is that your wife's cure, if ever it comes to pass, is in your hands And now--coht of this ant to look at you"

Do of the shoulders There was no sunshine, but the white north light was in its way searching It showed the sprinkling of grey in his ruddy-brown hair, the suspicion of it in his closely trimmed moustache, but it could find no weak spot in his steady eyes, in the tan of his hard, ant lips The old doctor took up his box of flies again and jerked his head towards the door