I conclude that I must have been in error in supposing he
was dead."
Dr. Cannonby had returned, the servant said. He desired Lionel to walk
in, and threw open the door of the room. Seven or eight people were
sitting in it, waiting. The servant had evidently mistaken him for a
patient, and placed him there to wait his turn with the rest. He took
his card from his pocket, wrote on it a few words, and desired the
servant to carry it to his master.
The man came back with an apology. "I beg your pardon, sir. Will you
step this way?"
The physician was bowing a lady out as he entered the room--a room lined
with books, and containing casts of heads. He came forward to shake
hands, a cordial-mannered man. He knew Lionel by reputation, but had
never seen him.
"My visit was not to you, but to your brother," explained Lionel. "I was
in hopes to have found him here."
"Then he and you have been playing at cross-purposes to-day," remarked
the doctor, with a smile. "Lawrence started this morning for Verner's
Pride."
"Indeed," exclaimed Lionel. "Cross-purposes indeed!" he muttered to
himself.
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