The Doctor was about to order two dozen shirts instanter, but common sense checked him, and he only said:—
“I will. I will find you some. And I shall see your husband within an hour. Good-by.” She reached the door. “God bless you!” he added.
“What, sir?” she asked, looking back.
But the Doctor was reading.
CHAPTER XX.
ALICE.
A little medicine skilfully prescribed, the proper nourishment, two or three days’ confinement in bed, and the Doctor said, as he sat on the edge of Richling’s couch:—
“No, you’d better stay where you are to-day; but to-morrow, if the weather is good, you may sit up.”