It was generally understood that Doctor Hillhouse, who was the family physician, would perform the operation.  For a long series of years he had held the first rank as a surgeon.  But younger men were coming forward in the city, and other reputations were being made that promised to be even more notable than his.

Among those who were steadly achieving success in the walks of surgery was Doctor Kline, now over thirty-five years of age.  He held a chair in one of the medical schools, and his name was growing more and more familiar to the public and the profession every year.

The friends of Mrs. Carlton were divided on the question as to who could best perform the operation, some favoring Doctor Kline and some Doctor Hillhouse.

The only objection urged by any one against the latter was on account of his age.

Mr. and Mrs. Carlton had no doubt or hesitation on the subject.  Their confidence in the skill of Doctor Hillhouse was complete.  As for Doctor Kline, Mr. Carlton, who met him now and then at public dinners or at private social entertainments, had not failed to observe that he was rather free in his use of liquor, drinking so frequently on these occasions as to produce a noticeable exhilaration.  He had even remarked upon the fact to gentlemen of his acquaintance, and found that others had noticed this weakness of Doctor Kline as well as himself.

As time wore on Doctor Hillhouse grew more and more undecided.  No matter how grave or difficult an operation might be, he had always, when satisfied of its necessity, gone forward, looking neither to the right nor to the left.  But so troubled and uncertain did he become as the necessity for fixing an early day for the removal of this tumor became more and more apparent that he at last referred the whole matter to Mr. Carlton, and proposed that Doctor Kline, whose high reputation for surgical skill he knew, should be entrusted with the operation.  To this he received an emphatic “No!”

“All the profession award him the highest skill in our city, if not the whole country,” said Doctor Hillhouse.

“I have no doubt of his skill,” replied Mr. Carlton.  “But—­”

“What?” asked the doctor, as Mr. Carlton hesitated.  “Are you not aware that he uses wine too freely?”

Doctor Hillhouse was taken by surprise at this intimation.

“No, I am not aware of anything of the kind,” he replied, almost indignantly.  “He is not a teetotaller, of course, any more than you or I. Socially and at dinner he takes his glass of wine, as we do.  But to say that he uses liquor too freely. is, I am sure, a mistake.”

“Some men, as you know, doctor, cannot use wine without a steady increase of the appetite until it finally gets the mastery, and I am afraid Doctor Kline is one of them.”

“I am greatly astonished to hear you say this,” replied Dr. Hillhouse, “and I cannot but hold you mistaken.”