“And do you not prescribe anything?”
“There is absolutely nothing to be done.”
“Very well; she is luckier than I, for I shall die unless you send me the sleeping pills you promised.”
“I will prepare them myself when I get home.”
When he was gone the princess remained by her reader.
“Cheer up, my dear Andrea,” she said with a kindly smile. “There is nothing serious in your case for the doctor will not prescribe anything whatever.”
“I am glad to hear it, but he is a little wrong, for I do not feel at all well, I declare to you.”
“Still the ail cannot be severe at which a doctor laughs. Have a good sleep, my child; I will send somebody to attend you for I notice that you are quite alone. Will you accompany me, my Lord of Taverney?”
CHAPTER XXXIV.
THE AVENGER.
FOR a month Gilbert wandered round the sick girl’s lodgings, inventing work in the gardens in their neighborhood so that he could keep his eye constantly on the windows.