9 to 10 A.M.
said Lutie politely . `` My son shall never marry you , '' repeated the other , helplessly . `` Well , '' began Lutie slowly , a bright spot in each cheek , `` all I have to say is that he will be extremely unfair to your grandchildren , Mrs. Tresslyn , if he does n't . '' A ground-floor window in an apartment building in Madison Avenue , north of Fifty-ninth street , displayed in calm black lettering the name `` Dr. Braden L. Thorpe , M.D. '' On the panel of a door just inside the main entrance there was a bit of gold-leaf information to the effect that office hours were from 9 to 10 A.M. and from 2 to 4 P.M. . There was a reception room and a consultation room in the suite . The one was quite as cheerless and uninviting as any other reception room of its kind , and the other possessed as many of the strange , terrifying and more or less misunderstood devices for the prolongation of uncertainty in the minds of the uneasy . During office-hours there was also a doctor there .