“Humph! Why don’t you make her? Can’t stand our miserable cookery, I suppose. Well, Doctor, then, it’s a false alarm?”
“No, sir; a very serious warning.”
“Eh? You don’t think there’s danger? Here, we’d better send for some big man from town.”
“That is hardly necessary, sir, though I should be happy to meet a man of experience in consultation.”
“My word! What airs!” said Wilton, to himself.
“As far as I could I have pretty well diagnosed the case, and it is very simple. Your niece has evidently suffered deeply.”
“Terribly, Doctor; she has been heart-broken.”
“Now, my dear Maria, do pray keep your mouth shut, and let Mr Leigh talk. He doesn’t want you to teach him his business.”
“But James, dear, I only just—”
“Yes, you always will only just! Go on, please, Doctor, and you’ll send her some medicine?”