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Isabel Clifford, M.D. 159 some thin woollen stuff: it was neat and well-fitting, but “‘ not quite worthy of her,” the critical little matron thought. Yet it seemed as if no advantage of dress were needed to set off a face so rich in beauty of expression. ‘“A few minutes passed and the bell for the table d’hote jangled out on the still air. “TIsn’t that delightful?” said Isabel, rising, her eyes now full of mischief. ‘‘I am so hungry; aren’t you? I have been wondering for the last five minutes whether they will give us carrot soup with mutton in it, or mutton soup with carrots in it: it is always one or the other.” “You were thinking of no such thing,” cried Mrs. Lawrence, half resenting the sudden change. ‘‘ You weren’t thinking at all: you were dreaming.” “You know best,” said Isabel gaily, as she gathered up her work and a couple of books which lay on the grass. ‘“‘I must go and wake auntie. She never hears the bell.” A shadow fell across their path, and Isabel looked up just in time to see Mrs. Lawrence cast herself, with a low cry of delight, into the arms of a tall man. ‘JT want to introduce my husband to you, Miss Clifford,” she said, with a beaming face. ‘‘Tom, you cannot imagine how kind Miss Clifford has been to me while you .were away. You cannot be too grateful to her.” ‘Please believe that Iam grateful, Miss Clifford,” said Mr. Law- rence. ‘‘ And intensely curious, also, to know into what difficulties my wife has managed to plunge herself in my absence.” ‘Tt is all a secret !” interposed his wife, hastily. ‘“‘ Ah, then, I am sure to hear it,” he returned, laughing, and drawing his wife’s hand within his arm as they descended the steep slope behind the hotel. Isabel made up her mind that she lked Mr. Lawrence, and she was always friendly to people whom she liked... He had climbed the Wetterhorn two days before, and during dinner he gave a charming account of his experiences. ‘‘ How many were there in your party ?” asked Isabel. “One guide, with my brother and myself.” ‘“‘ By the way, when is Francis coming? I thought he would have been here with you,” said Mrs. Lawrence. ‘He will be here to-morrow. I don’t expect he will stay long though. What do you think we heard at Grindelwald? ‘There’s a lady doctor coming here. Jackson met her last year at. Montreux, where she performed some wonderful cures, and a friend of his heard that she is on her way to Rosenwald. You can imagine Frank’s face when he heard that.” ‘“‘Perhaps she’s here now,” suggested Isabel, with a steady look down the long table. . | ‘‘ Hardly,” said Mr. Lawrence, following her look, which met only ) GomiilGaooks (S©) mM