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Emma Wolf
in a physician?" A wave of indignant color suffused her cheeks.
"Yes."
"But--but--why?" She became a little confused under his calm gaze, feeling on the instant that she had implied an accusation unjustly.
"Because, Ruth, I have become convinced of it only within the past week. Your mother knows it herself, and is trying to hide it from me."
"Did she admit it?"
"I have not spoken of it to her; she is very excitable, and as she wishes to conceal it, I do not care to annoy her by telling her of my discovery."
"But isn't it wrong--unwise--to allow her to dissipate so much?"
"I have managed within the past week to keep you as quiet as possible."
"But to-night--forgive me, Father--you insist on our going to this reception."
"Yes, my sweet confessor; but I have a good reason, --one not to be spoken of."
"'Those who trust us educate us,'" she pleaded in wistful earnestness.
"Then your education is complete. Well, I knew your mother would resist seeing any physician, for fear of his measures going contrary to her desires; so I have planned for her to meet to-night a certain doctor whom I would trust professionally with my wife's life, and on whom I can rely for the necessary tact to hide the professional object of their meeting. What do you think of my way, dear?"
For answer she stooped and kissed his hand.
"May I know his name?" she asked after a pause.
"His name is Kemp, --Dr. Herbert Kemp."
"Why, he lives a few blocks from here; I have seen his sign. Is he an old physician?"
"I should judge him to be between thirty-five and forty. Not old certainly, but one with the highest reputation for skill. Personally he is a man of great dignity, inspiring confidence in every one."
"Where did you meet him?"
"In the hospitals," said her father quickly. "But I will introduce him to you to-night. Don't lose your head when you talk to him."
"Why should I?"
"Because he is a magnificent fellow; and I wish my daughter to hold her own before a man whom I admire so heartily."
"Why, this is the first time you have ever given me worldly advice," she laughed.
"Only a friendly hint," he answered, rising and putting his book in its place with the precision of a spinster.

Chapter II
"This is what I call a worldly paradise!" A girl with a face like dear Lady Disdain's sank into a divan placed near the conservatory; her voice chimed in prettily with the music of a spraying fountain and the soft strains of remote stringed instruments.
"Is it a frivolous conceit?" she continued, laughing up to the man who stood beside her; "or do the soft light of many candles, faint music, radiant women, and courtly men, satisfy your predilections also that such a place is as near heaven as this wicked world approaches?"
"You forget; paradise was occupied by but two. To my notion, nothing can be farther removed from Elysium than a modern drawing-room full of guests."
"And leaving out the guests?"
"They say imagination can make a paradise of a desert, given the necessary contingencies."
"A solitude of two who love? Dr. Kemp, methinks you are a romantic."
"You supplied the romance, Miss Gwynne. My knowledge is of the hard, matter-of-fact sort."
"Such as bones, I suppose. Still you seem to be interested in the soft-looking piece of humanity over by that cabinet."
"Yes; his expression is reminiscent of a boy's definition of a vacuum, --a large space with nothing in it. Who is he?"
"And I thought you not unknown! He is the husband of a brilliant woman, Mrs. Ames, who has written a novel."
"Clever?"
"Decidedly so; it stands the test of being intoxicating and leaving a bad taste in the mouth, --like dry champagne."
"Which is not made for women."
"You mean school-girls. There she is, --that wisp of a creature listening so eagerly to that elegant youth of the terrier breed. No wonder he interests her; he is as full of information in piquant personal history as a family lawyer, and his knowledge is as much public property as a social city directory."
"You have studied him to advantage. Are you sure you have not stolen a leaf from him?"
"Dr. Kemp!" she exclaimed in pouting reproach, "do I appear as promiscuous as that? You may call me a 'blue book,' but spare my snobbery the opprobrious epithet of 'directory.' There goes the fascinating young Mrs. Shurly with Purcell Burroughs in her toils. Did you catch the fine oratory of the glance she threw us? It said, 'Dorothy Gwynne, how dare you appropriate Dr. Kemp for ten long minutes? Hand him over; pass him around. I want him; you are only boring him, though you seem to be amusing yourself."
Kemp's grave lips twitched at the corners; he was without doubt amused.
"Aren't you improvising?" he asked. A man need only offer an occasional bumper of a
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