“And yours, Mr. Walden: it was the Old you had before. Will you not try a cup of Young Hyson for variety?”
“If you please, Miss Newville.”
A few moments and she was with them again.
“Old Hyson for old friendship, Young, for new acquaintance,” said the doctor, as he took the cup from her hand. “You see, Mr. Walden, Miss Newville and I are old friends, and our relations at times are quite intimate. I am privileged to hold her hand, feel her pulse, and look at her tongue.”
“Do you not think, Mr. Walden, that the doctor is very rude to take a young lady’s hand when she cannot help herself?”
“Of course it is rude, but I apprehend you do not object, under the circumstances,” Robert replied.
“Oh no, she likes it so well that she often asks when I will come again,” said the doctor.
Merry was the laughter.
“This is delicious tea,” he said, sipping the beverage.
“I am glad you like it.”