Late that same evening, Dr. Maclean, his wife, and their adopted daughter, were all sitting together in the dining room of Bonnie Doon.
The Macleans had bought the charming old house soon after the doctor had taken over the practice of Miss Prince’s father, and they had renamed it after Mrs. Maclean’s birthplace.
Tonight, his wife and niece being by the table, the doctor sat close to the fire smoking his pipe.
“Dr. Tasker popped in to tea today,” observed Mrs. Maclean. As her husband said nothing she went on: “He waited quite a long while in the hope of seeing you. I’m doubting, Jock, whether we’ve been quite fair to that young man. He spoke very handsomely of you—he did indeed.”
“I’ve no need of his praise,” said the doctor dryly.
“I didn’t say you had. All the same I hope you’ll not
