Margaret came softly and sat beside her. "But 'tis one that will not torment you."
"A woman!" exclaimed the young lady, with surprise and some contempt.
"Tell her your symptoms."
"What for? You will be no wiser."
"You will be none the worse."
"Well, I have no stomach for food, and no heart for anything. Now cure me, and go."
"Patience awhile! Your food, is it tasteless like in your mouth?"
"Ay. How knew you that?"
"Nay, I knew it not till you did tell me. I trow you would be better for a little good company."
"I trow not. What is their silly chat to me?"