Dr. Willis examined the prescription, with no friendly eye.
“Acetate of morphia! The very worst thing that could be given him. This is the favorite of the specialists. This fatal drug has eaten away a thousand brains for one it has ever benefited.”
“Ah!” said Lady Bassett. “'Specialists!' what are they?”
“Medical men, who confine their practice to one disease.”
“Mad-doctors, he means,” said the patient, very gravely.
Lady Bassett turned very pale. “Then those were mad-doctors.”
“Never you mind, Bella,” said Sir Charles. “I kicked the fellow handsomely.”
“I am sorry to hear it, Sir Charles.”
“Why?”
Dr. Willis looked at Lady Bassett, as much as to say, “I shall not give him my real reason;” and then said, “I think it very undesirable you should be excited and provoked, until your health is thoroughly restored.”