“Perfectly,” said Mrs Milt.
“Then, why don’t you do it? And for Heaven’s sake, my dear Mrs Milt, let’s have no more of this petty squabbling. Discharge cook; have a fresh house-maid; paper and clean up, and do whatever you please, but don’t bother me.”
“It is not my wish to bother you, Dr North,” said the lady austerely, and with considerable emphasis on the word, “bother.”
“Very well, then, let’s have peace. Such a scene as we had this morning interferes with my studies. Now, go and tell him to put to the horse.”
“Will you be good enough to tell me how, Dr North?”
“What do you mean?”
“You sent your man in that chaise to fetch some drugs from King’s Hampton.”
“Hah! so I did. He ought to be back by now. Yes; there are wheels.”
“The carrier,” said Mrs Milt.
“Pish! of course. Never mind, I’ll walk. There’s something else coming,” he said, listening. “Yes; that’s the chaise. Go and tell Dick not to take out the horse, but to come round here.”