Peter went on, and, as if knowing where to go, took the doctor straight to The Firs.
Volume Three—Chapter Fifteen.
The Image Fades.
“Oh, how you startled me.”
“Can’t help being ugly,” said Oldroyd merrily. “Eliza said you had come in, and were down the garden, so I took the liberty of following.”
“Does mamma know?” said Lucy, with a guilty look at the house.
“I really can’t tell,” said Oldroyd, smiling. “I shall not look for her permission now, since I consider myself your duly qualified medical attendant, your life physician, I hope.”
“Really, Mr Oldroyd,” said Lucy, “you need not feel my pulse to-day.”