"
Travers did not leave the inn that night, nor for many days thereafter.
"Doctor Ledyard will join my mother and me early in August," he
explained; "until then I'm a floating proposition. I wish you'd let me
stay on a while, Miss Moffatt, right here. I want to analyze the food, it
puzzles me. Why just this kind of conglomeration should achieve such
results is interesting. I've gained five pounds in six days."
"And lost ten years," Margaret broke in. "I never thought of you as
young, Doctor Travers; professional men never do seem youthful; but
_here_ you're rather a good sort."
And Travers remained, much to the delight of the old housekeeper, who,
with a nurse and a doctor in command, cast all responsibility aside.
"Young Miss looks well," she confided to the proprietor's wife, who,
fortunately, could understand a word or so of English; "but folks is like
weather: the fairer they seem, the nearer a storm. When a day or a person
looks uncommonly fair--a weather breeder, says I, and generally, nine
times out of ten, I'm right. My young lady is too changed to be
comfortable.
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