"I hope you do not think I am wrong?" . . . Frontispiece  

  "Oh, Marcus, how happy we are!"  

  "Olive, look what Mr. Gaythorne has given me"  

  Mr. Gaythorne sat in his great ebony chair  

  "It is beautiful—it is perfectly charming!"  

  "They both looked so comfortable and contented"  

 

 

 Doctor Luttrell's First Patient 

 

 CHAPTER I. 

 AT THE CORNER HOUSE. 

 "Seek not that the things which happen should happen as you wish."—Epictetus. 

 

 There is an old adage, worn almost threadbare with continual use, "When poverty looks in at the door, love flies out at the window," and, doubtless, there is an element of truth in the saying; nevertheless, though there were lines of care on Marcus Luttrell's face, and in the strong sunlight the seams of his wife's black gown looked a little shiny, there was still peace, and the patience of a great and enduring affection in the corner house at Galvaston Terrace. 

 When the brass plate, glittering with newness, had been first affixed to the door, Marcus Luttrell's heart had been sanguine with hope, and he had brought his young fiancée to see 

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