Dr. Trent looked at her blankly and fumbled among his recollections.

“Er — Miss — Miss — ”

“Mrs. Snaith,” said Valancy quietly. “I was Miss Valancy Stirling when I came to you last May — over a year ago. I wanted to consult you about my heart.”

Dr. Trent’s face cleared.

“Oh, of course. I remember now. I’m really not to blame for not knowing you. You’ve changed — splendidly. And married. Well, well, it has agreed with you. You don’t look much like an invalid now, hey? I remember that day. I was badly upset. Hearing about poor Ned bowled me over. But Ned’s as good as new and you, too, evidently. I told you so, you know — told you there was nothing to worry over.”