"I promise you that, and to repeat her own words."
"It is well: I thank you, doctor—adieu!"
"What are you prescribing?"
"Warm drinks, soothing, strict diet and—no nurse-woman less than fifty——"
"Rather than infringe the regulation I would take two of twenty-five!"
At the door Gilbert met Deutsch, who was in tears.
"All this through a woman—just because she looks like the Queen," said the man; "how stupid of a genius, as they say he is."
He let out Gilbert who stepped into his carriage, muttering:
"What does he mean by a woman like the Queen?"