“Dey pay me.”
She changed places with the husband, and the physician and he passed down the stairs together in silence.
“Well, Doctor?” said the young man, as he stood, prescription in hand, before the carriage-door.
“Well,” responded the physician, “you should have called me sooner.”
The look of agony that came into the stranger’s face caused the Doctor instantly to repent his hard speech.
“You don’t mean”—exclaimed the husband.
“No, no; I don’t think it’s too late. Get that prescription filled and give it to Mrs. ——”
“Richling,” said the young man.
“Let her have perfect quiet,” continued the Doctor. “I shall be back this evening.”
And when he returned she had improved.