“Mistress, I have brought thee a new doctor.”
The person addressed, a pale young girl of eighteen, gave a contemptuous wrench of her shoulder, and turned more decidedly to the fire she was sitting over.
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 any thing. Now cure me, and go.”
“Patience awhile! Your food, is it tasteless like in your mouth?”
“Ay. How knew you that?”