He asked
her permission, of course, and she recognized the courtesy,
but nothing that he ever did or said overcame
her dislike of him.
Doctor John's personal attitude and bearing toward
Feilding was an enigma not only to Jane, but
to others who saw it. He invariably greeted him,
whenever they met, with marked, almost impressive
cordiality, but it never passed a certain limit
of reserve; a certain dignity of manner which Max
had recognized the first day he shook hands with him.
It recalled to Feilding some of his earlier days, when
he was a student in Paris. There had been a supper
in Max's room that ended at daylight--no worse in
its features than dozens of others in the Quartier--
to which an intimate friend of the doctor's had been
invited, and upon which, as Max heard afterward,
the doctor had commented rather severely.
Max realized, therefore, but too well that the distinguished
physician--known now over half the State
--understood him, and his habits, and his kind as
thoroughly as he did his own ease of instruments.
He realized, too, that there was nothing about his
present appearance or surroundings or daily life that
could lead so thoughtful a man of the world as Dr.
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