A pity for the poor girl,
but it gave me just the excuse I needed."
Maurice had been smoking for about an hour on the piazza when he was
accosted by a servant, who had the air of really trying to find some
one for whom he had been sent.
"Are you a doctor?" asked the man.
Grey nodded.
"They are waiting for you: come quick, please."
"I rather think you are mistaken: suppose you look up some one else?"
"Have been all about, sir. I can't get any one else. You'll do, I
think: won't you come? The governor is deuced easy with his money."
"That accounts for your eagerness to serve him. Well, I suppose I must
go and see about it."
He was taken, as he had anticipated, to Miss Lafitte's room. A
gentleman with very white hair and an anxious face was alone in the
parlor, who, introducing himself as Mr. Lafitte, repeated the
servant's question: "Are you a physician?"
"As much as a diploma and three years' practice can make me," answered
the young man.
"My daughter has had a severe fall," he explained: "she is suffering.
I hope you can relieve her."
"Excuse me when I tell you that I am here for absolute rest.
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