A doctor was sent for. He bustled up the stairs in a few minutes, and said to Mary, "How are you now?"
She gave him no answer.
"Ah, ah! I see," he said, "we must exhibit a little sal-volatile."
"Oh, indeed!" said Mrs. Blenners. "We don't want to exhibit her any more. She's made an exhibition of herself enough already. Such a thing never happened in my house before. Mr. Marlock, I'm sorry this has occurred in your room."
"I'm not," said Bill; "I've been hoping and praying to find her for a long time. Look at that photograph, and tell me if it is Mary's portrait."
"Yes! it's the very moral of her."
"Well! I've found her."
"Found her out, do you mean?" said Mrs. Blenners. "Are you a detective? A wolf in sheep's clothing—which devour widows' houses! I thought you was a respectable single gentleman. I'm ashamed of you! Mary's as good a girl as you'll find in a summer day's march."
"You mistake my meaning, Mrs. Blenners; Mary has been left some money, and I have been looking for her, and have found her here, like a diamond in a—a—gutter," he said, for want of a better word at the moment.
"Gutter! forsooth," she said. "Do you liken my house to a gutter?"