“The mother made no reply. I saw her lips shut yet closer than before.
“‘She is your daughter, is she not?’
“‘Yes,’—very decidedly.
“‘Could you not find out what she wishes?’
“‘Perhaps I could guess.’
“‘I do not think I can do her any good till she has what she wants.’
“‘Is that your mode of prescribing, doctor?’ she said, tartly.
“‘Yes, certainly,’ I answered—‘in the present case. Is she married?’
“‘Yes.’
“‘Has she any children?’