“What you, Rachel! you who despised allopathy!”
“I have learnt not to despise advice.”
And Bessie would not trench on Rachel’s experiences.
“There’s some old Scotch doctor to whom his faith is given, and that I don’t half believe in. If he would see our own Mr. Harvey here it would be quite another thing; but it is of no use telling him that Alick would never have had an available knee but for Mr. Harvey’s management. He persists in leaving me to my personal trust in him, but for himself he won’t see him at any price! Have you seen Mr. Harvey?”
“I have seen no one.”
“Oh, I forgot, you are not arrived yet; but—”
“There’s some one,” exclaimed Rachel, nervously; and in fact a young man was sauntering towards them. Bessie rose with a sort of annoyance, and “Never mind, my dear, he is quite inoffensive, we’ll soon get rid of him.” Then, as he greeted her with “Good morning, Lady Keith, I thought I should find you here,” she quickly replied.
“If you had been proper behaved and gone to the door, you would have known that I am not at home.”
He smiled, and came nearer.
“No, I am not at home, and, what is more, I do not mean to be. My uncle will be here directly,” she added, in a fee-faw-fum tone.