Stone was ushered into the library by the footman. Mrs. Brewster
welcomed her cousin with frank relief.
"I have waited so impatiently for you," she confessed, making room
for him to sit on the sofa by her side.
"I was detained, Margaret." Stone's voice was not over-cordial;
three imperative telephone calls from her, coming at a moment when
he had been engaged with a serious case in his office, had provoked
him. "Do you wish to see me professionally?"
"Indeed, I don't." She laughed frankly. "I am the picture of
health."
Stone, observing her fine coloring and clear eyes, silently agreed
with her. The widow made a charming picture in her modish tea-gown,
and the physician, watching her with an appraising eye, acknowledged
the beauty which had captivated all Washington. Mrs. Brewster had
carried her honors tactfully, a fact which had gained her popularity
even among the dowagers and match-making mothers who take an active
part in Washington's social season.
"Then, Margaret, what do you wish to see me about?" Stone asked,
after waiting without result for her to continue speaking.
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