wrong. You have got doctors on the brain, Lady Barb."
"I am rather glad," said Lady Barb, giving the rein to her horse, who bounded away.
"Well yes, she 's very handsome, the reason," Dr. Feeder remarked, as he sat under the trees.
"Is he going to marry her?" Mrs. Freer inquired.
"Marry her? I hope not."
"Why do you hope not?"
"Because I know nothing about her. I want to know something about the woman that man marries."
"I suppose you would like him to marry in Cincinnati," Mrs. Freer rejoined, lightly.
"Well, I am not particular where it is; but I want to know her first." Dr. Feeder was very sturdy.
"We were in hopes you would know all about it," said Mr. Freer.
"No; I have n't kept up with him there."
"We have heard from a dozen people that he has been always with her for the last month; and that kind of thing, in England, is supposed to mean something. Hasn't he spoken of her when you have seen him?"
"No, he has only talked about the new treatment of spinal meningitis. He is very much interested in spinal meningitis."
"I wonder if he talks about it to Lady Barb," said Mrs. Freer.
"Who is she, any way?" the young man inquired.
"Lady Barberina Clement."
