“Why, then I worked a little harder than I thought,—pulling trunks around and so on,—and I had this third attack.”
The Doctor straightened himself up, folded his arms, and muttered:—
“Oh!—oh! Why wasn’t I instantly sent for?”
The tears were in her eyes again, but—
“Doctor,” she answered, with her odd little argumentative smile, “how could we? We had nothing to pay with. It wouldn’t have been just.”
“Just!” exclaimed the physician, angrily.
“Doctor,” said the invalid, and looked at him.
“Oh—all right!”
She made no answer but to look at him still more pleadingly.
“Wouldn’t it have been just as fair to let me be generous, madam?” His faint smile was bitter. “For once? Simply for once?”