Chapter Fifteen.
Friendly Advice.
It was a fortnight before the sufferer was about again, and during that period Gertrude had begun to look more hopefully upon her future, for, though peevish and fretful to a degree, Mr George Harrington, so Mrs Hampton said, showed the better side of his character.
Saul came twice a week to see the invalid, and at the end of the fortnight was down at The Mynns and out in the garden with him.
“If that confounded, meddling old doctor had left me alone, Saul, old fellow, I should have been all right after a good sleep.”
“Doubtful,” said Saul, smiling.
“Well, nearly all right. I suppose I had been having a little too much.”
“Little! I should have been sorry to have taken half.”
“Ah, well, never mind that. I’m all right again now, only I feel as if I should like to prosecute that chemist for his blunder.”
“He deserves it,” said Saul; “but you couldn’t do anything. It was an accident, that’s all.”