"What shall I take for my cough then?"
"Cherries, shrimps, tamarinds, whatever you like."
"And why are you running away?"
"Because I am going to see a woman who really wants me and my physic."
"Anybody I know?"
"A Mrs. Brand. I cannot tell how far your circle of acquaintance may extend."
"To be sure I know her. Brand's wife mamma! She is always sickly. Do you think her worse?"
"Why, yes—rather."
"And will she get well?"
"Perhaps. I am doubtful about it."