 Chapter 20 of Dr. LaTrell's First Patient by Rosa Neuchette Carey. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Somebody's crutch of all the paths that lead to a woman's love pities the straightest, Beaumont and Fletcher. One afternoon in October Olivia sat at her work in the front parlor. She was expecting Greta to join her, and more than once she had looked at the clock on the mantelpiece as they're wondering at her lateness. The folding doors were open. The young couple had taken advantage of their improved circumstances to add to their scanty stock of furniture. The dining table and mahogany chairs bought second hand in Dr. LaTrell's bachelor days, and the small ugly chiffonet had been moved into the smaller and duller back room. And the front parlor had been transformed into a dainty sitting room. Greta's skillful fingers and good taste had been placed at her friend's service to gratify Marcus' love of comfort. Two really handsome saddle-back chairs were beside the fireplace, and a little round table occupied the center of the room. A second hand writing table with drawers had been picked up in the city as a great bargain and appropriated for Marcus' use. Through it hung the sketch of Dot and the Kitten, long ago presented by the grateful artist, the pretty blue carpet and curtains gave an air of finish. By Marcus' desire the folding doors were always kept open, and Olivia no longer felt herself stifled for want of air. This afternoon the little sitting room looked at its best. A bowl of dark red cactus dahlia stood on the table, an offering from Alwyn, and a magnificent lilyum, our autumn, a gift from Greta, locked up the dining room window. When the doorbell rang, Olivia laid down her work with a pleased smile, and the next moment Greta entered the room. "'How late you are, you naughty girl,' she said, kissing her affectionately. "'I've been sewing for the last hour. Yes, I know something unforeseen detained me,' and then Greta dropped her eyes. In sudden embarrassment and blushed, "'Oh, Olive, dear, can you guess what I have to tell you this afternoon?' and then Olivia looked at her steadily. "'Do you mean,' she began anxiously, but Greta, blushing still more rosely, interrupted her. "'Yes, I do mean it, and, Olive, dear friend, truest of friends, you must congratulate me, for I am so happy. "'You take my breath away, Greta. Are you and Alwyn actually engaged?' "'Yes, dear,' resettled it this afternoon. But of course, of course, I've known for weeks what he meant and wished. He's gone round now to tell his father, and will be here presently. "'Dear Olive, why are you so silent? Are you not glad about this? I am glad that anything should make you happy,' returned Olivia gently, and you know how deeply interested I am in your and Alwyn's welfare. But forgive me, Greta, if I ask one question. Are you sure, are you perfectly sure that this step will be for your happiness?' Then Greta looked at her in surprise, and there was a reproachful expression in her gray eyes. "'Sure, when I have loved him all these months, my dear Olive, what can you mean? Alwyn is the only man I could ever marry.' "'Oh, how it relieves me to hear you say that, dear Greta. I am so fond of you both, Alwyn is charming, but until you said that I was afraid to congratulate you, you know my views on this subject, dear. Do you remember how we talked on the beach at Eastbourne? I am afraid that more than once I made you a little sad. But I was thinking of this. I knew then in my own mind that Alwyn had begun to care for you, and I wanted you to have plenty of time for consideration.' "'Oh yes, you made your meaning clear to me, even then, return, Greta, smiling. But indeed, no consideration was necessary. When Alwyn came to me and said quite simply that he loved me, and wanted me to be his wife, I just put my hand in his without a word. It almost shocked me to see his gratitude. He kept saying over and over again that he was not worthy of me, that he knew he had done nothing to win my respect, and I should not be able to look up to him. Oh, Olive, he quite broke down when he said this, but I soon comforted him. I only remember two things I said to him, that you love me, and that you need me, and after that we understood each other. First Greta, Aunt Maj, was right when she told me that you were born into the world to be somebody's crutch. Did she say that? And Greta's eyes had a dreamy look in them, but I tell Alwyn that I mean to lean on him. Indeed, Olive, you must not undervalue him. Alwyn is stronger than you think. He is repented truly and deeply of all his boyish mistakes, and those who love him should utterly and forever wipe out the record of his past, see how devotedly his father loves him. His forgiveness was absolute. Dear, you need not say any more, and Olive embraced her with tears in her eyes. I can only wish you all the happiness you deserve. In that case, my happiness would be little enough, but of course I know what you mean, and Olive, for the first time in my life, I can say with truth that I have found my vocation. It would be such a privilege to be allowed to take care of Alwyn. He is far from strong, and he won't need care for a long time. I wonder if you know the feeling I have about that. With Dr. Latrell, you cannot have had it. You have never been anxious about him, and then he is always taking care of you, but I shall always have to think for Alwyn. Oh, you are right there. We shall think for each other. She went on fearing that she had admitted too much, and there's one thing of which I'm certain that I shall have every right to be proud of him. Do you know what his father says, that he has genius, unmistakable genius, and he is no mean judge? Mark my words, he will be an RA yet. He only said that to me a few days ago. Marcus thinks the same, but Greta, there's one thing. If you marry Alwyn, you will have to take his father, too. You can never separate them. Those were Alwyn's very words, returned Greta, with a soft flush, which made her look years younger, but indeed I love him already, for Alwyn's sake, and because you're so good to him. My dear, if you knew the joy, it would be to me to have someone for whom I can care again. I do not want my life to be too easy or free from responsibility, but I do want it to be real, actual life. Mrs. Broderick and I were only talking about it yesterday. She says what single women miss in their lives is some absorbing interest, a work that shall fill up all the crannies. Oh, Aunt Madge is very strong on that point. I remember before I knew Marcus that we had wonderful talks on this subject. She used to be so fond of quoting Carmen Silva's speech, a woman does not become a mother, she is a mother from her birth. A woman's family satisfies her vocation but does not create it. And she used to tell me, to mother my pupils, you must love them hard, she would say, and live their young lives as well as your own. But thank God we can always find objects for our love. I should make you laugh, Greta, if I told you how I mapped out my future as an old maid, but I'm quite sure I should have made a good one. Just then the door bell rang and all went entered. He looked eager and excited. Well, as she told you were his first words as Olivia met him without stretched hands, and then as she warmly congratulated him, his eyes glowed with feeling. I've not deserved such a prize, have I, Mrs. LaTrell, but Greta has promised to make the best of me. Will you forgive me if I take her away for a little? My father's most impatient to welcome his new daughter, and he will only excite himself if we keep him waiting. Go with him, Greta dear, returned Olivia. Mr. Alwyn will bring you back to us. And then Greta rose at once, though she looked a little shy. As Olivia stood at the door watching them as they crossed the road, Marcus came up Harbett Street. Where are those two going? He asked curiously. I thought Miss Williams was to spend the evening with us. Then Olivia linked her arm and his and drew him into the passage. Oh, do come in, Marcus, she said breathlessly. I cannot talk at the street door, and I have such a lot to tell you. Then Marcus put down his hat and drew off his gloves with exasperating slowness. We've been married nearly three years, he said, flucking the dust off his skull collar, but I never remember the day when, as you so elegantly express it, you had not a lot to tell me. Yes, but something has really happened. She returned, ignoring this provoking speech. Oh, indeed, was the cool answer. So they have settled it at last, have they? Well, I have changed my opinion lately. Gaythorne may not be quite up to the mark, but he will make a good husband. I suppose he is taking her across for the parental blessing. And then Olivia admitted that this was the case. I'm so glad that you really do not mind, she said, in a relieved tone, but I fancied you would not approve. You almost said as much one day. Oh, even great intellects change their opinion sometimes, returned Marcus dryly. So Robert Peale and Gladstone, for example, and then most people know their own business best. Perhaps if you were to cross examine me severely, I might own that all when Gaythorne is not the man I should have selected for your interesting friend, but as she has chosen him, she is evidently of another opinion. And this is one thing in his favor. He is thoroughly in love with her and really take him all in all, he is not a bad fellow. And Olivia, who understood her husband perfectly, was quite content with this opinion. And Marcus went upstairs to wash his hands, whistling the air of my old dutch. She knew he was quite as much excited as she was. When Greta came back, she looked a little flushed and agitated and at a sign from Alvin, Olivia took her upstairs. What is it, dear? She said gently as Greta shed a few tears. Was not Mr. Gaythorne nice to you? Nice, repeated Greta with a little sob. He was as dear as possible. If I had been olive, he could not have been more gentle. I tell Alvin that I shall be quite spoiled between them, but somehow as he talked to me, I could not help thinking of her father and of my mother. How happy mother would have been for her. She was always so fond of Alvin. Yes, dear, I understand. Yes, and Alvin understands too. He told me so just now. He said that though this was the happiest day of his life, he could not help missing his mother and Olive. Olivia, do you know that Mr. Gaythorne means us to live with him? I was just a little bit frightened when I heard that and I am afraid Alvin saw it before he spoke about it afterwards. Does he wish it himself? Olivia was careful to reserve her own opinion, though she and Marcus had their own views on this subject. I do not know what he really wishes and it was too soon to discuss things, but he did say that he thought that his father ought not to be left alone and of course he is right and it is for him to decide. And then she gave an embarrassed little laugh. Mr. Gaythorne was very good to me, but you know what an autocrat he is. He wants it to be soon, very soon. Oh, he quite took my breath away and I could see Alvin was sorry for me. He thinks it is the impatience of the disease and that we must humor him a little. Alvin was so beautifully gentle with him and so considerate for me, but he saw how overwhelmed I was. Yes, one wants quiet at first to realize one's happiness returned Olivia sympathetically. Now I'm going to make the tea and you shall join us when you like. But when she got downstairs, she found Alvin alone. He was pacing up and down as though he were anxious. Whereas Marcus, she asked dead ones. Oh, someone wanted him at number 25 Sligo Street. I was to tell you that. And then with a change of tone, I hope my father did not really upset Greta. Oh no, she was only a little overwhelmed. No wonder, you know what my father is Mrs. Luttrell. He never will wait for anything. If the thing is to be done, it must be done at once. Only yesterday I was laughing at him and telling him he would have made an excellent slave driver. He is immensely pleased and excited and he treated Greta as though she were a princess. He is fine manners. You will allow that. But the dear girl looked dreadfully shy and embarrassed. And then to put her at her ease, he wanted her to promise that she would marry me as soon as possible. It was no use trying to hush him or you would have his say. I got away at last by pretending you would be waiting tea for us. Oh, here she comes. And his face brightened as he hurried to his fiance's side. Greta had recovered her tranquility. And when Marcus entered, she received his congratulations as happily as possible. Olivia went over to Galveston house the next day. Mr. Gaythorn was evidently expecting her. Well, he said holding her hand, I suppose you have come to congratulate me on my new daughter. I tell Alwyn he is a lucky dog, a sweet girl and 3,000 a year. Not that either he or I care about the money. There will be plenty for Alwyn, plenty. I was telling them both last night he went on that there must be no delay and nonsense. In my state of health, any procrastination would be foolish. I want to see him with a good wife. Crampton is all very well, but a wife will understand him better. The house behold us all with the exception of the library and my own bedroom. It will all belong to them. Alwyn can refurnish the drawing room if he likes and there's that little room on the first floor opening into the conservatory that would make a charming morning room for Greta. He can have carte blanche to do what he likes and she and Crampton will manage the house between them. So what is the use of waiting? And as Olivia noted the old man's feverish excitement she could not help thinking that a short engagement would be best. And when Alwyn walked with her to Mayfield Village she told him so. I quite agree with you was his answer. Dr. Latrell and I had a talk over things last night but I do not mean Greta to be bothered with plans and preparations until she has had a few days quiet. You do not know her as well as I do, Mrs. Latrell. Greta is so unselfish, so absolutely selfless that she would do anything for the good of those she loves. In the old days she always yielded her wishes to Alwyn and she is just as ready to do so now and as Alwyn said this with his bright winning smile Olivia was not quite so sure after all that Greta had made a mistake. End of chapter 20. Chapter 21 of Dr. Latrell's first patient by Rosa Nushet Carey. This the Brivaks recording is in the public domain. Sunshine and clouds. A friend who is both intelligent and well-affected is the most valuable of all possessions, Herodotus. About a fortnight after this eventful afternoon Olivia received a note from Greta begging her to bring her work and to spend a few hours with her. The invitation was a pressing one. Please do not disappoint me, she wrote for I want to talk to you so much. I think I can promise that we shall have no interruption. Alwyn is going up to town for the afternoon and will not pay his usual call. And then Olivia who had planned to have tea with Aunt Maj put off her visit until another day and sent a verbal message of acceptance. It was one of those late October days when a touch of frost in the air gives a hint of the approaching winter and the bright little fire in Greta's pretty morning room was very welcome. Greta was sitting at her embroidery frame as usual. Her deep morning was relieved by the little knot of white chrysanthemums and red leaves that she wore and her fair serious face looked bright and animated. Dear Olive, it was so good of you to come. She said that she ensconced her guest in a big easy chair. I suppose you guessed that I wanted you particularly and Olivia nodded. I could hardly sleep thinking about it all. Olive, we have settled the day. Mr. Gaythorn gave Alwyn no peace and so he was obliged to speak to me. He said it was very soon to ask me and that he would willingly have given me more time but that in his father's state of health and he'd delay would only harass him. So I said that I would be ready by the middle of December. I hope you do not think I'm wrong. No indeed, I think you are very wise. Alwyn was so grateful, went on Greta. He knew my objection to a winter wedding but as he says, it will be so nice to begin the new year together and after all, what do these outward things matter? At first I thought I would be married in my traveling dress and go straight away from the church and then I remembered how Alwyn once said that brides ought always to wear white that it was symbolical and poetical and that you agreed with him. Marcus thought just the same, returned Olivia and though I was in mourning for dear mother Aunt Maj bought me a lovely white cashmere alas I've never worn it since but sometimes I take it out and look at it. I remember how pleased Marcus was with it. Shall you wear silk or satin Greta and then Greta owned that she had already decided on a rich ivory colored silk. But we will not discuss my trusor just yet. She observed blushing. There is plenty of time for that. I shall have seven weeks for my preparations. I want to tell you about yesterday, Olive. You know I had promised to have luncheon at Galveston house and that Alwyn was to fetch me but before we left this house it was all settled and after luncheon Alwyn told his father the dear old man was so pleased he made Alwyn bring down his mother's trinkets a pearl necklace and some diamond stars and such splendid rings that he had given her and he told Alwyn that they were all for me. You know I never cared much for jewelry but Alwyn will always want me to be well dressed so I shall have to be smart. I think I liked best a little cross set with diamonds that Olive used to wear. He gave me that too. How pleased Alwyn must have been. Yes, and of course I was pleased too. And then Mr. Gaethorn made Alwyn take me over the house, what a handsome house it is Olive. I like it ever so much better than Brunswick Place. I had no idea it was so large but Mr. Gaethorn said that Italian palaces had spoiled him and that he must always have plenty of space. There is a room on the first floor opening into the conservatory that will make a charming morning room and then the studio is so lovely. Alwyn has been buying such beautiful things and there is to be a corner fitted up for my use where my embroidery frame can stand. I shall so love to watch him work but ol' Olive is it not absurd Mr. Gaethorn talks of refurnishing the drawing room but it is not the least necessary. I want you to convince him of this and to beg him not to spend money so needlessly. I have so many nice things of my own all this beautiful china and those inlaid Japanese cabinets a new carpet and that little fresh crouton is all that is needed. And I know Alwyn agrees with me. Very well then we must bring Mr. Gaethorn to reason. I took Mrs. Crampton into confidence went on credit when she showed me the kitchen and store rooms what a nice creature she is and how admirably she manages. There is to be another maid kept. So I asked if I might bring Merton. She has been with us so many years that I should dislike to part with her and Alwyn has promised to speak to his father. When Olivia listened and approved there was no mistaking Greta's happiness. She looked on the bright side of everything and would allow of no drawbacks. When Olivia ventured to hint that Mr. Gaethorn might be trying at times Greta only smiled and said that was very likely only Alwyn managed him so beautifully and she hoped in time to do the same. I know that he dislikes visitors she went on but as you and Dr. Latrell are exceptions I do not so much mind and I should be quite happy with Alwyn. Oh no doubt returned Olivia in her quick decided way but you must remember Greta dear that we owe a duty to our fellow creatures and you must not allow Mr. Gaethorn to carry his misanthropical views too far. There is no need for him to be troubled with visitors. He is far too ailing for much fatigue and exertion but surely you and Alwyn can entertain your friends in your own rooms. And though Greta hesitated and looked rather alarmed of the idea of opposing her formidable father-in-law elect she was soon brought to acknowledge that society would be good for Alwyn. There is no hurry we can be quiet this first winter she said but of course if people call upon me I shall return their visits but we cannot settle beforehand. I shall first wait and see what Alwyn wishes and you must own Olive that I have not led a gay life here. By the by observed Olivia suddenly what have you decided to do with this house and furniture but Greta had evidently not taken these matters into consideration. All the best things will go to Galveston house I suppose she replied looking round her but most of the furniture is old fashioned and not up to date. I suppose people would call it handsome and of course the oak in the dining room is in thoroughly good taste. I must talk to Alwyn about it perhaps it might be let furnished. Dear father used to say selling furniture was such a mistake one never got the full value. I remember how grand I thought it the first day I called returned Olivia smiling the drawing room with that beautiful conservatory opening out of it and the plush curtains and those luxurious couches made me feel so shabby but I suppose the drawing room at Galveston house is still better the glass door opening on the garden is so pleasant and those Venetian cabinets and that carved saddle are really beautiful. Yes and it would be such a pity to modernize the room besides what does one want with a drawing room at all. I'm sure I never enter mine I shall live in the morning room and the studio and I suppose in the evenings we shall be in the library. You're laughing because I have thought it all out in this matter of fact way but I assure you I hardly slept last night and then by mutual consent they began on the mysteries of the true so and they had not have finished when Olivia looked at the clock and declared that she had stayed too long. The world goes up and the world goes down and the sunshine follows the rain says the old song and human life is certainly made up of passing clouds and gleams of sunshine. Well, Alwyn super intended the decorations of the new rooms at Galveston house and brought his artistic taste to bear in every petty detail for the use of his lady love and while Greta busied herself over her true so Dr. Latra was engaged from morning to night among his patients. With the damp foggy days of November had come the dreaded epidemic influenza all the doctors were overworked and more than one of them succumbed to the malady amongst them Dr. Bevin. Marcus who had been devoting himself to his core patients suddenly found the charge of a large practice thrown on him and had scarcely time to take his meals for a few days Dr. Bevin was extremely ill and even when a short change had recruited his health it was evident that he would never be able to do the same amount of work again. He has been overworking himself for years Mrs. Bevin said to Marcus with tears in her eyes but he would never spare himself and now Dr. Randolph says that this other breakdown is the result. Oh, it is all very well for him to say that it is better to wear out than rust out but if a man has a wife and children he has no right to risk his life in this way it might not hurt a younger man to rise from his bed night after night in the depths of winter but for my husband it is simply suicidal. When he gets well he must and shall have a partner. What is the use of waiting until Wilfred is ready to come into the practice? For Wilfred Bevin the eldest son was at that time walking the hospitals and here Mrs. Bevin with her comely face looking quite worn and aged with anxiety hurried away to sit with her husband. Olivia had her own private anxieties those long solitary days were very trying to her but she never dared be long absent from home that she should miss one of Marcus's flying visits. His meals were taken at any odd hour but if he came in for a minute on his morning round there was always a cup of good soup ready for him or later in the day some hot coffee but perhaps the best cordial to the tired harassed doctor was the sight of his wife's bright face. He would drink the soup, snatch up his little daughter for a kiss and go back to his work refreshed but even to him the strain was excessive. Olivia who was unwilling to damp Gretta's cheerfulness would pour out her troubles to her Aunt Maj and Mrs. Broderick would listen with her usual sympathy. I hope it is not wicked of me Aunt Maj she would say but I do feel so worried and anxious. Marcus declares he is quite well but he is so tired every night that he can hardly drag himself to bed and when morning comes he is not a bit rested. I think Dr. Bevin's illness has made me nervous for I'm always dreading that Marcus will break down too. Women need a lot of faith don't they Olivia? Doctors wives as well as soldiers wives but I'm not sure that you need fear for Marcus he's really strong and at his age a little hard work will not hurt him. He has his laurels together you must remember that it is an ill wind that blows no one any good but Olivia who was tired and depressed was not so ready to be comforted. I would rather go on being poor than see my poor boy work so hard she said mournfully but it is not only that Aunt Maj. Marcus is very tender hearted and it makes him so unhappy when he loses a patient. Of course I know why he looked so dull last night that poor young fellow Basil Greenwood is dead. Yes I know Dr. Randolph was called in returned Mrs. Broderick but a hundred physicians could not have saved him the fever ran too high. He was only 18 and his poor mother doted on him and now she is ill too they called Marcus up last night. He did not get back till nearly five but I had the fire lighted and some hot cocoa ready for him. Marcus scolded me he's always so afraid of mine knocking up but I know he was glad of the cocoa. I tell Greta that I cannot be much with her just now I'm so afraid of missing him when he comes in and of course she understands but it is a little hard for her poor child. Greta is very good returned Aunt Maj. She makes the best of things. By the by what is this I hear of the grand new dress for the wedding and then Olivia did brighten up a little. Greta had begged in the most loving way that Olivia's dress and bonnet for the occasion should be her gift and the dark heliotrope silk and dainty bonnet to match were at that moment in Greta's wardrobe. I tell Greta that it is far too handsome replied Olivia and that Marcus is a real objective about being so smart but she only laughs at me. There is such a lovely cape to go with it but somehow in spite of Greta's kindness I shall not enjoy it one bit unless Marcus has time to go with me. Oh he will make time don't be so lugubrious Livy you are just out of heart about things but we must have cloudy days sometime. Don't you remember what Longfellow says nothing that is can pause or stay. The moon will wax the moon will wane the mist and cloud will turn to rain to mist and cloud again tomorrow be today. Yes and November fogs will pass too. Well dear Aunt Maj I must go and as usual you have cheered me up what should I do without you I wonder. I'm glad you find the old log useful return Mrs. Broderick so come and grumble as often as you like. Greta is coming to tea with me tomorrow and Mr. Arwin has promised to fetch her why don't you come too and you shall have a real scotch tea bannings and scones and seed cake but Olivia shook her head at this tempting invitation. Marcus had asked her to go around to the model lodging houses. She said to see two families in trouble and then it was that poor boy's funeral and then Mrs. Broderick said no more. Poor Livy she said to herself as she lay alone in the twilight one may make light of her little troubles but they are real to her and I do not wonder that she worries over Marcus. Dr. Randolph was only speaking of him this morning. He told me what a spender worker he was. Bevan may be thankful to have got hold of such a man. Those were his very words but he must be prudent and not burn the candle at both ends as Bevan did. The foul fiend has got hold of Harris now. He is Dr. Mordant's partner and was married a few weeks ago. Apollyon as we call it at our house does not spare doctors but I hope I really do hope that Livy has not heard this. End of chapter 21. Chapter 22 of Dr. LaTrell's first patient by Rosa Neuchette Carey. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. You must not lose heart. Cherish those that love you that if ye love ye may be loved again. Moscus. When Greta woke on her wedding morning she was greeted by the pale, wintry sunshine. The weather was unusually mild for December. The sky blue and cloudless and only the bare blackness of the trees and their stripped branches testified that winter had come. Happy the bride that the sun shines on says the old proverb and as Olivia repeated the saying she felt her old cheerfulness and buoyancy return. Marcus had promised to meet them at the church and to return with them to Brunswick Place and her finery would not be thrown away. It would be of course a very quiet wedding. The only guest would be the lawyer, Mr. Trahearn, an old family friend who had undertaken to give the bride away and all wins best man, a young artist. As soon as the young couple had partaken of refreshment and Greta had changed her dress, they were to drive round to Galveston House on their way to the station. The brief fortnight's honeymoon was to be spent at St. Leonard's. Mr. Gaythorn had begged that they would not go very far away and all one had been reluctant to leave his father for a longer time. Olivia had promised to spend the remainder of the day with Mr. Gaythorn and if possible, Marcus was to join them in the evening, but she had another visit to pay on her way to Brunswick Place. So when the broom came round, she drove over in solitary state to Maverick Villa's. Mrs. Broderick regarded her niece with satisfied eyes. While Livy, she said admiringly, I have not seen you look so well since your own wedding day. Fine feathers make fine birds. You are quite a striking looking woman. Marcus will be proud of his wife. You must not make me vain, returned Olivia blushing. She was as pleased as a child with her beautiful dress. Look what Alwyn has given me and she exhibited a pair of delicate gold bangles. You cannot think how smart I feel for that pretty brooch that Marcus gave me the day before. We were married was my sole piece of jewelry. Mrs. Broderick smiled, I'm not much richer than you in that respect, Livy. I never would let Fergus spend his money on trinkets. I told him I was far too ugly and that I preferred books. There are only two handsome rings to come to you, Livy, when I'm gone. But Olivia frowned at this speech. She never could endure to think of anything happening to Aunt Maj. Marcus was at the church door to meet her and there was unmistakable approval in his eyes as they stood together for a moment in the porch. And as they walked up the empty church together, each was thinking of the day three years ago when they had plighted their troth in this very church. Greta made a sweet looking bride. There was a chase and gravity on her fair face, but no tremor as she repeated the solemn responses. But Alwyn was painfully nervous and looked so pale that Olivia feared more than once he was ill. He looked more like himself when the service was over, but that he realized his responsibilities intensely was evident from the few words he said to Olivia while Greta was changing her dress. I've not deserved all this, have I, Mrs. Luttrell? He said, in his impulsive way, I feel as though coals of fire were heaped upon me, fancy a sweet girl like Greta consenting to link her lot with mine. How am I to live up to it? But she believes in me and God bless her. I will try not to disappoint her. And there were tears in the young man's eyes as he said this. Goodbye, Olive Darling, whispered Greta as she put her arms affectionately round her front. I'm glad that we are not to be long away. The dear new home will be quite ready for us. And then she took her husband's arm and the little group of friends watched them as they drove away. When Olive went to Mr. Gaythorne an hour later, she found him looking pleased and excited. Alwyn is a happy man, he said. He has a good wife. Greta has tagged as well as heart. She will let him have his own way whenever it is possible and he will not find out that he is guided. That is what Alwyn's nature needs. I have found that out by bitter experience. And the old man sighed heavily. In spite of his contentment, the memory of the past was still painful and both he and Alwyn would carry their scars to their dying day. I am sure you will love Greta dearly, Olivia observed. She is a little shy and quiet until she gets used to people, but she is so wonderfully gentle. Yes, and she was my little Olive's friend. I shall never forget that. But as I told you just now, I have two daughters and then he laid his hand on Olivia's with one of his rare gestures of affection. My dear Alwyn and I were talking last night. I told him that he must be master here and that he must put his wife in her proper place at once. I shall want little during the few months or years that remain to me just my quiet rooms and my children's affection and the society of the one or two friends that remain to me. But Alwyn needs more. He loves society and to be a successful artist. He must mix with his fellow workers and rub against other minds. He must go into the world and see and be seen. I think you are right, returned Olivia slowly. She was secretly very much surprised by this speech. She had no idea how much he had brooded over this question. Yes, he returned a little sadly. I've learned my lesson at last. Those young lives must not be overshadowed by a sick man's whims. My son must never be able to say again that his father's house was like a jail and that he felt cramped in body and mind. Sooner than that, with a trace of the old excitement in his manner, I would rather my weary bones were laid in the earth. Dear Mr. Gaythorne, in a soothing voice, Alwyn loves you far too well ever to say or think such a thing. I hope so. I trust so. But I would rather not put his patience to the proof. My boy must be happy or I can know no peace. If you will bring your wife here and stay with your old father, I will never interfere with either of you. That is what I said to him. You may turn the house out of window if you like so that you leave me my two quiet rooms. But he only laughed in my face. We will see about that, was all he answered. But I shall prove to him that I meant what I said. Greta will not care for Gaythorne this winter. You must remember that she has been used to a very quiet life. That is for her and Alwyn to decide, returned Mr. Gaythorne, Mrs. Latrell, my dear, what it will be to me to hear a woman step about the house again. It will be like music in my ears. And then he leaned back in his chair as though he were exhausted and asked Olivia to read to him. Later in the evening as she walked back with Martha, she told him of this conversation. And then she added, he will be very good to Greta. I'm sure of that. His voice softened. So when he spoke of her, she is a link with the past, you see. But Marcus, as he talked, he looked so old and broken that I cannot help fearing that they will not have him with them for long. Probably not. I have hinted this more than once to Alwyn. And though he always turns it off, I think he understands me. It was his own proposition that they should only be a fortnight away. Now I have two or three patients to see, so you must not wait up for me. And tired as he was, Marcus walked off briskly whilst Olivia lingered on the doorstep for a moment to look at the star shining in the dark, wintry sky. Alwyn had begged her as a special favor to him to pay a daily visit to Galveston House. So for the next three or four days, she found it impossible to go round to Maverick Villas. Mr. Gaythorne took her visits as a matter of course. There was always something he wanted to discuss with her. Some fresh arrangement for his daughter-in-law's comfort. One day he consulted her about a broom that he intended to buy as a surprise. I shall get Dr. Latrell to choose, as he said. And there's a man I know at Medhurst who will pick me up a pair of chestnuts. My son's wife is a rich woman and ought to have a pair for her carriage. There is some good stabling to be got just by. And Dr. Latrell knows a capital coachman who has been thrown out of place by his master's death. In the spring, she might have a Victoria, but a broom will be more serviceable at this season of the year when Alwyn takes her to theaters and concerts. And though Olivia smiled, she could not but own that the broom would be a boon to Greta. Then we will see about it at once. She returned eagerly. Would you ask your husband to call tomorrow morning if he can spare the time? And as Olivia took her leave, she promised to give the message. To her surprise, she found Marcus reading by the fire. He looked up at her a little gravely as she entered. You're rather late, are you not, Livy? He said, laying down his paper. Martha brought me some tea, but I've waited to speak to you. I shall have to go out again directly. Let me give you Mr. Gaythorne's message first. He wants you to go round and speak to him tomorrow morning about a new broom for Greta. How delighted she and Alwyn will be. Greta is not strong and does not care for walking much in the winter, and she catches cold so easily. It is just what Alwyn wished for her. Yes, I will try to run across tomorrow morning, but I have a long day's work before me. Olive, darling, I have rather bad news for you. And here he put his arm round her. Aunt Maj is ill. Olivia turned very pale. Marcus, how did you know? Has Deb sent a message? I hope, or I do hope it is not influenza. I fear it is. Return Marcus reluctantly. I met Randolph and he stopped and told me he was just going there for the second time. He wants to send a nurse in, but Deb was so against it that he did not venture to insist. But I'm afraid she's very ill, Livy. I must go round it once. Marcus, do you think you can spare me? Martha is very careful. She will look after Dot. But you know, and here there were hot, smarting tears. In Olivia's eyes, you know what Aunt Maj is to me. I cannot leave her to Deb. Marcus sighed. He could not bear his wife to run the risk, and yet how could he be selfish enough to deprive Mrs. Broderick of the comfort of having her with her? He knew their deep affection for each other. Aunt Maj was her second mother. Few aunts were so fondly beloved. I hate you to go dearest, he said, and yet I cannot deny that Randolph is very anxious about her. It is the prostration he fears. The fever has been so high these two days. She has been ill two whole days and Deb has never sent for me, and Olivia sobbed in a heartbroken manner. My dear girl, you must not lose heart in this way. And Marcus stroked her hair tenderly. Let me tell you exactly how it was. I went round with Randolph and waited while he paid his visit. Deb came out to speak to me. She is an obstinate, incorrigible, cross-grained old woman, and I told her so. Oh, I spoke my mind to her. She cannot deny that she has been up for three nights, and yet the mention of a nurse throws her into tantrums. I've always nursed my mistress, and as long as I can drag about, she shall have no strangers to harass her dear soul, she said defiantly. Now, what are you to do with a woman like that? I asked her why she had not let us know. He went on and she confessed that Aunt Madge had made her promise not to send. So you see, Deb was not to blame for that. No, I see. And then Olivia looked up in her husband's face, pleadingly, Marcus, dear, you will not forbid my sitting up with Aunt Madge tonight. Deb will not mind me. She knows how Aunt Madge will love to have me. I will be very careful and do just as you tell me, but I must, I must be with her. And then very reluctantly, Marcus gave his permission. Martha was interviewed and dot-kissed in her cot, and then Olivia told Marcus she was ready, and they walked to Maybrook Village, almost in silence. Olivia's heart was too full of speech. If Aunt Madge died, she told herself the world would never be the same to her again. Some of the warmth and the light and the joy of life would have baited out of it. She is one of my few treasures. She thought Marcus and your baby come first, of course, but Aunt Madge has taken mother's place. All these years she has helped me so with her wives, loving counsel and sympathy. While there is life, there is hope, Olivia, observe Marcus gently, and his hand touched hers in the darkness. Dr. Randolph does not own himself beaten by any means. Do what you can to help Deb, for she is just worn out, the foolish, faithful creature, and his voice changing, do not forget me or dot, and for our sakes, take care of yourself, and with these words he opened the little gate and left her to go in alone. End of chapter 22. Chapter 23 of Dr. LaTrell's first patient by Rosa Neuchette Carey. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. I have come to stay. The dear Lord's best interpreters are humble human souls. The gospel of a life is more than books or scrolls. Whittier. Deb, I have come to stay where Olivia's first words as the woman met her on the top of the stairs, but Debber's only answer was to lift her hands in dumb protest and lead the way into the kitchen. Deb's strong, hard-featured face was haggard and drawn with fatigue and anxiety, and she looked more gaunt and angular than ever. Her reddened, swollen eyelids told their own tale. I have come to stay, repeated Olivia firmly, but Debber only shrugged her shoulders and walked over to the fireplace. You won't need to stay long, Miss Olive. She said in a choked voice at moments of excitement, it was still Miss Olive with Deb. She is failing fast, dear soul, the fever's gone and left her as weak as a newborn babe. I always said my mistress was only fit to be among the angels, and Deb gave an expressive sniff as she filled her kettle. Olivia felt a dull pain at her heart at this speech, but she would not let herself give way. Debber, as she knew, always took a gloomy view of her mistress's illnesses. Dr. Randolph is coming again tonight. She observed, my husband told me so, but Olivia's hand shook as she took off her hat and jacket. Yes, Miss Olive, the doctor is coming again, and that speaks for itself to my mind. I knew what it was four days ago before she was taken ill the very night after you drove round to see her, but I dare not let you know. We won't tell Mrs. Latrell or she will be anxious and will insist on coming to nurse me, promise me that you will not send to Galveston Terrace Deb. And what was a poor servant to do? I suppose if Dr. Latrell has sent you, you will have to stop, but I won't give up nursing. My mistress even to you, Miss Olive, and Deb sniffed defiantly. There you may go in while I warm her milk, but she will not take any notice of you. She is too weak to speak. The folding doors were open and the little sitting room with its cheery fire had a cozy aspect. The sick room was dimly lighted. As Olivia bent over the invalid, her heart contracted with anguish could only four days have wrought, such deadly havoc. Aunt Madge's face looked pinched and sunken and so changed that Olivia could hardly recognize it, but as she hung over her in speechless grief, the heavy eyelids unclosed and something like a smile passed over the features. My little Olivia was all she whispered, but it was the old caressing tone. When Dr. Randolph paid his last visit, Olivia begged him to use his influence with Deborah. She has been up three nights and is utterly worn out. She went on, I want her to let me watch while she has a good sleep on that couch. I would promise to wake her if I saw the lease change. Indeed, I know something of nursing, Dr. Randolph. I was with my dear mother when she died and I will carry out all your instructions. Well, you heard what I said to Mrs. Higgins, return Dr. Randolph, that everything depends on frequent nourishment. The fever is down, but there is a state of collapse that makes me uneasy. Mrs. Broderick has a good constitution or she would not have got through her last illness, so I still hope we may pull her through. But Dr. Randolph's voice was not sanguine as he said this. Now I will go and have a talk with Mrs. Higgins. I shall tell her that unless she does, as she is told tonight, I shall bring round a nurse with me tomorrow. I think that will fetch her and Dr. Randolph was right. Possibly dead felt herself on the verge of breaking down for she consented at last to lie down on her mistress's couch for an hour or two, but it was midnight before Olivia found herself in soul charge. There was very little to be done except to give medicine and nourishment at stated intervals and to make up the two fires as noiselessly as possible, but Olivia felt her responsibilities to acutely to be overcome by drowsiness, though Deborah lay hour after hour in the heavy sleep of utter exhaustion. Olivia's thoughts went back to her childhood as she sat there, a hundred instances of Aunt Madge's affection and devotion recurred to her. She remembered how the sprightly young aunt used to run up to the nursery with some new toy or gaily dressed doll that she had purchased out of her scanty savings for Aunt Madge had been a daily governess too. She could recall the Sunday afternoons when she sat in her lap and the beautiful voice sang to her or told her stories. Joseph and his brethren and Daniel in the lion's den were on other days, dear old fairy tales such as children love. She had been her bridesmaid too and had grown very fond of the honest, sturdy Scotsman whom his wife so tenderly idealized. Uncle Fergus was a good kind man. She thought but he was not all that Aunt Madge imagined him. Most people would not have called him interesting but he was devoted to her. What a bright creature she was until little Malcolm died. That was the first of her troubles. What a happy home there's had been but it was Aunt Madge who had been the heart of the house who had organized and planned. Uncle Fergus had never originated anything. And she loved him as dearly as I love Marcus she went on and yet when she lost him there was not a murmuring word. I thought it was too good to last. She once said to me but my widow's cruise will never be empty. I have the sweetest memories and by and by I shall have my treasures again. Do you know I often pray, Livy that I may not long so much to die. God's will not mine even in this. Oh Aunt Madge, dear Aunt Madge I cannot spare you yet murmured Olivia more than once that night for it is hard for human affection to rid itself of selfishness. When Olivia brought Deb a cup of tea at seven o'clock the good creature seemed quite shocked. Do you think I have slept all these hours? She said in a day's voice. Miss Olive, why did you not wake me long ago? You are fit to drop and what will Dr. Latrell say? But Olivia shook her head with a faint smile. I will lie down now and get a nap. Deb I'm sure she is no worse. She has taken all Dr. Randolph order and though she has not spoken she seemed to me. Somehow she had less exhausted but though Deb would not endorse this Olivia felt certain that she was right. She was sitting at her late breakfast when Marcus called to see how they have spent the night and her account evidently relieved him. He waited to hear Dr. Randolph's opinion. Olivia came back to him as soon as possible. Oh Marcus, she said that here's rushing to her eyes. Dr. Randolph says that the exhaustion is not quite so great and he owned frankly that he was afraid last night how he should find her this morning. We were to go on just the same. Everything depends on frequent nourishment. He thinks the heart is a little stronger but she must not be moved at all. We must see what nature and rest will do. He said to me, do not relax your efforts. We are not out of the woods yet. He is coming again about four. Yes, I should not be surprised if she weathered it after all. To return Marcus, she must have a tough constitution to have gone through all she has. Yesterday I certainly felt anxious and so did Randolph. We both feared sudden collapse. I've worried myself for a long time because I had not offered to sit up with you, Livy, but I have been up two nights already this weekend. One has one's work to do but Olivia looked quite shocked at this. My dear boy, how could you think of such a thing? It would have made me more miserable than I was already. Besides, there would have been no room for you. This is such a tiny place. Oh, how I wish Aunt Maj could move into better lodgings. Her bedroom is far too small and that wardrobe quite fills it up. By the by Marcus, I wish you would tell me what I had better do. May I come home for an hour or two and see the baby? I don't know that there would be any risk. He replied slowly, you cannot give influenza unless you have it yourself. But all the same, I would keep away from Dot. She is perfectly well and sat up in her high chair, pouring out imaginary tea in her wooden set while I had my breakfast. And Martha begged me to tell you that the butcher had called and she had ordered a steak for master and would make a rice pudding for Miss Baby. Very well then, I will stay. But Marcus, I shall see you again this evening. Shall I not? And Marcus returned in an emphatic voice that he certainly intended to keep an eye on her. I won't have you getting into mischief and knocking yourself up, he remarked severely. So be a wise woman or you will have to reckon with me. There was plenty to do that morning, putting things tidy in the sick room and straightening the sitting room in the course of the day. Some choy's flowers came from Galveston House with Mr. Gaythorn's compliments and at tea time, Marcus dropped in unexpectedly and they had a cozy half hour together in depth spotless little kitchen. To her surprise, he told Olivia that Dot was at Galveston House. Mrs. Crampton begged to have her and Mr. Gaythorn thought it would be a good plan. So she fetched her this afternoon. I hope I have done right, Libby. And Marcus spoke in an apologetic tone as though he felt that he had trenched on the mother's prerogative. But you see, I'm so much out and Martha is so busy that I thought that we should both be less anxious to know that Mrs. Crampton was looking after her and Olivia agreed to this. Olivia had already arranged to take the earlier part of the night in the sick room and when Dr. Randolph had paid his evening visit, Deb took possession of the couch again. Olivia had promised faithfully to wake her at three o'clock. A long afternoon nap had refreshed Olivia and a few hopeful words from the doctor had cheered her immensely. A little after midnight, she was sitting down by the bedside with some knitting to keep her awake when a movement from the bed made her look up. Odd mages' eyes were fixed on her. There was a strange solemnity and deep sadness in their expression. And as Olivia rose hastily and bent over her with a tender inquiry, the feeble voice whispered, don't fret any more, Libby. The master does not need me yet, not yet. And then scarcely audibly, I shall not die but live and declare the works of the Lord. And then it seemed to Olivia that the weary eyelids closed in sleep again. When her turn for rest came, Olivia felt almost too agitated to sleep. The sad yearning in the sunken eyes haunted her too well. She knew that the fresh gift of life would only be an additional cross laid on the weary shoulders. What was life to Odd mages now but suffering in deprivation, a daily stumbling among shudders as she had once called it. There was no reserve and hesitation and Dr. Randolph's manner when he came out of the sick room the next day. She has turned the corner now but it was a narrow squeak he said, rubbing his hands. Now all we have to do is to build up her strength. Your aunt is a wonderful woman, Mrs. Latrell. I should not wonder if she is good for 20 years yet but we must be careful still. I suppose you will be here for another day or two. Oh, that's all right. As Olivia gave a decided ascent to this, it would be a pity to not Mrs. Higgins up. There are not many women like her. She is simply invaluable. As the days went on, the tension of anxiety was visibly relaxed. The end village progress was slow but sure. In another day or two, Olivia was able to go home for an hour or two to have dinner with Marcus and give Martha directions. And while the night work continued, it was impossible for her to leave and it was arranged that Dot was to remain at Galveston house for the present. Greta had written to beg for an extension of her visit. She is such a darling and I shall be so delighted to have her. She wrote, she will not be at all in the way and indeed Dot ruled royally over the household. She and Mr. Gaythorn became great friends. Great Dada as she called him took a good deal of notice of the pretty golden haired child who played at his feet for hours and Eros was devoted to her. Alvin's first work when he returned was to paint a large picture of Dot in her cream colored smock hanging a withered garland around the neck of the blind hound, friends, he called it. Olivia was able to spend an hour or two at Galveston house the day after the young couple returned. She found them in the studio with Dot and Eros. Alvin was looking well and handsome and Greta's sweet face for an expression of gentle content. She carried Olivia off at once to the morning room to have a chat as she said, looking archly at her husband. And though Alvin professed to grumble at the desertion he was too busy stretching his canvas for the new picture to resent it. Let me know when tea is ready. He called after them and then they heard him whistling in his usual lighthearted fashion. I need not ask you if you're a happy Greta were Olivia's first words and then a charming blush crossed the young bride's face. No indeed, oh Olive, he is so good to me if you only knew how he studies all my wishes. It was like a dream yesterday coming to this beautiful home and then Mr. Gaithon is delighted getting his son back. Oh, it was so touching to see them together. Alvin wants me to call him father. She continued shyly. He says it will please him so so I must try to do it. You know I always call my own father dad. Now tell me about dear Mrs. Broderick poor Olive what a time you have had and you were looking so pale and tired and then Olive poured out her anxieties and past troubles into Greta's sympathizing ears. She is very weak still. She finished. Dr. Randolph thinks it will be some time before she will be able to leave her bed. I have found such a nice woman who will come in and help Deb. For of course I cannot leave Marcus any longer. I am to go home the day after tomorrow. Deb will sleep on the couch in the sitting room. She will have to give nourishment every two hours but Deb manages to sleep with one eye open as I tell her. I am to go for a couple of hours every afternoon that will allow her to have a little rest. Marcus thinks this will work excellently. Oh how glad I shall be to be at home again and look after him. You want looking after yourself dear return Greta affectionately and then Alwyn came into the room with Dot on his shoulder but she clambered to go to her mammy. How do you think Mrs. Alwyn Gathorn looks asked Alwyn mystifously. She does me credit does she not. By the by credit do you think father will like us to have coffee with him in the library this afternoon? I told Phoebe that we would have it up here. Shall I go and ask him Alwyn? Do love the attention will please him and I'm sure Mrs. Latrell would not mind. Then as Greta left the room he turned to Olivia and said in a tone of deep feeling. She looks well and happy don't you think so? Oh Mrs. Latrell every day I feel more what a treasure I have. She is an embodied son being I never knew anyone so gentle and yet so bright how my father would love her when he knows her better and then as his wife's step sounded in the corridor he sprang from his seat to open the door. End of chapter 23. Chapter 24 of Dr. Latrell's first patient by Rosa Neuchette Carey. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Not yet but here I bring within my trembling hand this will of mine a thing that seemeth small and thou alone O Lord can understand how when I yield thee this I yield mine all anonymous. It was some time before Aunt Neuchette could be lifted onto the couch in the sitting room and even then Deb declared that she was not the weight of a child of eight or nine. There was nothing of her Ms. Olive she grumbled she is worn to such a shadow tire my arms indeed I could lift a heavier weight than that and Deb gave one of her ominous sniffs and went off to her kitchen to shed a few tears in private. All those weeks Olivia had been unremitting in her attentions and all other visits were interdicted but the friends at Galveston House showed their sympathy in every possible way. Mr. Gaethon sent choice old wine and game and Greta and Alwyn kept the inblitz supplied with fruit and flowers. Mrs. Crampton made jellies and soups the little larder at Mayfield Villas was filled to overflowing. Mrs. Bodrick took it all gratefully and gave her nurses no trouble. I am under orders she would say with a pitiful attempt at her old drowery but only Olivia who loved and understood her ever guessed at the sadness of those days of convalescence. One evening as they were together in the twilight Olivia ventured to hint at this depression she was waiting for Marcus to come and fetch her for they were to die at Galveston House. Is it because you are too weak to feel cheerful? There aren't mad, she asked tenderly but Mrs. Bodrick shook her head. It is because I am a coward. She returned with a spirit of her old energy. Olivia I am ashamed to tell you what a coward I have been but I simply felt as though I could not face it. Let me explain myself. I feel strong enough to talk and it may do me good. Dear child, dearest Olivia, stroking your hand you have been such a comfort to me. Do you remember that night when I told you I was not going to die? Well I have had a wonderful dream, a vision rather for I shall always think it one. I thought that I was wandering in some strange place some vast emptiness where there was nothing human but myself and that I came suddenly to a wide arched portal that seemed to reach to the stars and I said to myself this is the gate of paradise. As I stood on the threshold I could see a green space like a valley bathed in sunlight and even noticed the white starry flowers growing everywhere and then I saw my dear Fergus looking just as he did in life only somehow with a grander and more peaceful look on his dear face and he was leading our little Malcolm by the hand. I thought I kissed them both and clung to them in a perfect X to see of joy but Fergus looked at me in such a tender solemn way not yet mad she said your work is not quite done yet. The master has sent me to tell you so be patient true heart when the time comes Malcolm and I will be here and then I felt myself falling and when I opened my eyes I saw you sitting there by the bedside. What a sweet dream dearest. Yes I'm beginning to feel the comfort of it now but that night I felt as though my heart were broken to be so near and then to have to go back but Libby I'm trying to say it that will not mine be done. God's will not ours surely our father knows what is best for his poor child and you are not unhappy only a little sad and tired but that will pass it is passing now and the old lovely smile came to her lips don't you recollect what Keeble says it is sweet as year by year we lose friends out of sight in faith to muse how grows in paradise our store. What are a few more years of loneliness when Fergus and I have eternity to spend together. There I hear Marcus is not he will scold me for making you look sad but outmatch was wrong for once in his life Marcus was too preoccupied to notice the signs of agitation on his wife's face. What do you think dear people? He said brightly when he had greeted the invalid Dr. Bevin and I have settled matters. He will have the deed of partnership drawn up at once nothing can be fairer or more liberal than his terms. I told him I had only half a dozen paying patients at present but he said that I should soon have more. We have turned the corner Libby and my wife shall walk in silk attire yet and Marcus slung back his head with a gesture of pride and importance. My dear laddie I congratulate you with all my heart returned outmatch affectionately as she grasped his hands. Libby looks quite dazed and no wonder and then a warm flush came to Olivia's cheek. Dear Marcus I'm so glad so thankful she whispered. Yes but it will be uphill work at first he returned and I shall have plenty to do Bevin is not the man he was. Randolph does not seem satisfied about him but he will pick up when the warm weather comes. Oh by the by Libby I have not told you half yet Bevin insists on our moving at once he wants me to take a good house either in Brunswick Place or Montague Square or one of those roads leading out of it. It is well that we have that nest egg the 500 pounds untouched. It will pay for the necessary furniture and the first year's rent will be assured. Yes indeed returned Olivia in a low voice. She was awed and overwhelmed by this unexpected good fortune but Marcus would not allow any more talking. His professional eyes had already noted the signs of weariness and exhaustion in the invalid. We must go now he said abruptly we will talk over details another time. It is no use giving out magic a bad night and then Olivia rose reluctantly and put on her wraps. I shall come tomorrow afternoon and tell you everything she said and Mrs. Broderick nodded and smiled. But as they slipped out into the wintry darkness and Olivia took her husband's arm she said with a little laugh. I'm so glad I've put on my wedding dress tonight. I ought to be smart for such an occasion. This is our first dinner party since we have been married. Then it won't be our last return Marcus and a turn of conviction. I wonder Libby whether we shall ever regret those cozy evenings in the dear little room at number one Galveston Terrace. But Olivia only sighed happily. She was too good a wife to regret anything that led to her husband's advancement. Very likely her cares and responsibilities would be doubled. She would have less of Marcus's society and the world would have claims upon them. The long three years honeymoon was over but thank God something else was over too. The dread of approaching poverty the sadness of unproductive labor of work done only for love's sake and without grudging. The following afternoon Mrs. Broderick lay tranquilly in the pleasant far-lit twilight awaiting Olivia's promised visit. A pine log was spluttering and diffusing tiny colored sparks. Zoe lay curled up in a silken ball on the black bare-skinned rug and Olivia's favorite low chair had been wheeled to the foot of the couch. The tea things were on the table and the brass trivet on the fender was suggestive of hot buttered scones. Oh Aunt Maj, how cozy you look were Olivia's first words. May I take off my hat and jacket? I'm going to stay a long time and Marcus hopes to come round presently. Then we won't wait tea for him, returned Aunt Maj with something like her old briskness. Will you tell Deb not to bring in the kettle and scones until we ring? Come, this is like old times. It is months since Marcus had tea with me. I'll draw up your chair, Olivia, and begin your story for you are just bursting with news. And though Olivia laughed at this, she did not deny it. We had set a lovely time last night. She began, Greta looked so pretty in her black evening dress at the top of the table. She wore the pearl necklace and olives diamond cross. She has such a beautiful white throat, the pearls hardly showed against it. Mr. Gaython came in to dinner and sat beside her but he was very tired and left us directly after and we all went up to Greta's morning room and sat round the fire talking just before. It was so nice and cozy. I suppose Mr. Gaython was told the ground news. Oh, dear, yes, he and Alwyn were so keen about it. They drank the health of Dr. Bevin's new partner. Mr. Gaython proposed the toast himself. Just as we left the dining room, I noticed that Greta detained Alwyn and they did not follow upstairs for quite a quarter of an hour. But of course, Marcus and I took no notice. They both looked a little bit excited when they came in. Greta gave my arm a funny little squeeze and Alwyn clued his throat and looked at Marcus and then said in such a serious voice that he had an important proposal to make to us. It was Greta's idea but he heartily approved of it. The house at Brunswick Place was waiting for a tenant. Why should not Marcus take it? It was to be let furnished. They had decided on that already so there would be no delay or fuss necessary. You might go in next week. He finished, the rooms only need airing and warming. My dear Livy, what a splendid idea. Three cheers for Greta, I say. Yes, it was all Greta's thought, but oh Aunt Maj, what a talk we had. First the terms that Alwyn proposed were so absurdly low that Marcus got quite red and said in almost an annoyed tone, you know how proud he is that he must decline living at other people's expense. He would pay a fair rent for the house or he would not have it at all. And then Alwyn patted him on the back and told him to keep calm for no one wanted to insult him and then they went on wrangling like two schoolboys. Marcus called Alwyn a stuck up millionaire and Alwyn retorted by telling him that he was as proud as a highlander and then Greta and I called them to order but we were laughing so that we could hardly speak. All right, should have loved to hear them. Marcus is so delicious when he gets on his high horse. While it was arranged at last to everybody's satisfaction though Alwyn went on grumbling for a long time and we are to move in next month. Marcus is to pay the full rent and there is to be a fixed sum paid quarterly for the furniture and at the end of two years it will be ours. They both thought this the best plan. You see expenses will be heavy the first year and we must not look for great profits but there is every reasonable hope as Marcus says if he keeps this health then in a year or two he may have a good practice. There was room for another doctor even Dr. Randolph says so. Well, Libby dear I can only congratulate you. Yes indeed Greta and I have been in Brunswick place all the morning planning things. Oh, Aunt Madge it is such a lovely house. The dining room and drawing room are such handsome rooms and there is such a study for Marcus it is too large for us of course and then Olivia stopped and her eyes grew very wistful. Aunt Madge dear Aunt Madge we want you and Deb to go with us. I've set my heart on it darling and Marcus wants it too don't get pale over as Mrs. Broderick gave a little gasp listen to me a moment and I'll leave it now by the couch and put her arms around her. There is Greta's morning room on the first floor it is such a large cheerful room with a bay window overlooking the nice old fashioned garden where you could lie and look out on the trees and flowers. Here you see nothing but the four walls. Greta's bedroom is next to it. You would have that too. It is a pleasant front room very large and airy and so nicely furnished and my room would be just opposite. Deb could have the room just at the top of a short flight of stairs. It looks on the garden too and she could sit there and do her sewing. There are three or four other rooms besides attics but they have not been used so you can judge what a good house it is. Aunt Madge do say you will come it will make us so happy to know you are safe under our roof. Think what it would be to me to have you at hand in all my little difficulties and you shall not be troubled. You shall live your old life and Deb will have nothing to do but take care of you. But Aunt Madge made no answer only a curiously sweet smile played round her lips. I should be no expense to you. She observed presently in a reflective tone I might even be able to help a little. By the by Libby how many servants do you propose to keep in this palatial mansion? I'm afraid we can only afford two good ones at present. That is my difficulty Aunt Madge. What am I to do with Martha? She is certainly not eligible for a house parlor maid. Keep her as Dott's nurse and I will pay her wages. Yes I mean it Libby. In a year or two with careful training that girl will be worth her weight in gold. She will be a second Deb to you in time. Oh that is Marcus and we have not finished. Well are you coming to us Aunt Madge where Marcus's first words as he entered the room. There was unmistakable eagerness in this tone. If you do not want Libby to cry out her eyes with disappointment and if I am to have a peaceful moment for the next six months I entreat you to consent. Am I likely to refuse Marcus but Aunt Madge's voice was not so clear as usual. Don't you think that I shall love to have you and Libby caring for me? So it is yes and God bless you both. And a slow tear rolled down Aunt Madge's pale face. Marcus and Olivia never repented that step as the years went on and other children's voices were heard in the house at Brunswick place when three sturdy boys climbed up on Dr. Latrell's knees and two small brown eyed girls titled after mother Aunt Madge's room was the heart and nucleus of the busy household. There would come Marcus for a greeting word and adjust before he set off on his days round and there Olivia would take herself for a rest in a chat. When her household tasks had been dispatched she seldom found Aunt Madge alone. Nigel or Hugh would have brought her their kites to mend or to beg that Deb would make them new sails for their boat and of course where Nigel went that sturdy Ronald followed. Or the twins would be playing with their Japanese babies on the carpet or rolling over each other and Zoe not the same Zoe alas like kittens but the most frequent visitor was Dot dimpled and winsome as ever. Olivia had verified Aunt Madge's words she had grown a little stouter and more matronly and had become a fine looking woman but the eyes were as frank and kindly as ever and one only needed to look at her to find out that she was thoroughly in harmony with her environment and Madge Broderick was happy although the years of her widowhood and banishment stretched out indefinitely. He will make an old woman yet Dr. Randolph Alvin told her but she had ceased to wince when he said it as though a cold hand had struck her and year by year a deep peacefulness deals over the dear face and the ring of cheerfulness in the full mellow voice grows stronger. I have two lovely homes with each she would say one here with Hugh and Marcus and the darling children and one in the many mansions where Fergus and baby boy wait for me and as she said this a radiant smile would light her features like sunshine. End of chapter 24 and of Dr. LaTrell's first patient by Rosa Neuchette Carey.