“Certainly,” responded Bob, in a most professional voice. “Step this way, my dear ma’am. Don’t be frightened, ma’am. We shall be able to set you to rights in a very short time, I have no doubt, ma’am. Here, my dear ma’am. Now then!” With this, Mr. Bob Sawyer, having handed the old lady to a chair, shut the door, drew another chair close to her, and waited to hear detailed the symptoms of some disorder from which he saw in perspective a long train of profits and advantages.
The first thing the old lady did, was to shake her head a great many times and begin to cry.
“Nervous,” said Bob Sawyer, complacently. “Camphor-julep and water three times a day, and composing draught at night.”
“I don’t know how to begin, Mr. Sawyer,” said the old lady. “It is so very painful and distressing.”
“You need not begin, ma’am,” rejoined Mr. Bob Sawyer. “I can anticipate all you would say. The head is in fault.”
“I should be very sorry to think it was the heart,” said the old lady, with a slight groan.
“Not the slightest danger of that, ma’am,” replied Bob Sawyer. “The stomach is the primary cause.”
“Mr. Sawyer!” exclaimed the old lady, starting.
“Not the least doubt of it, ma’am,” rejoined Bob, looking wondrous wise. “Medicine, in time, my dear ma’am, would have prevented it all.”