Florence came into the room again and Marion, hearing her step, looked up. "Is it you?" she said.
"Yes," answered Florence; "I heard the Doctor go out so I thought I would come back. What did he say?"
"O, a lot of nonsense which I really did not listen to. He ought to do more to cure me and talk less. In fact, I think his personality exasperates me, and I am afraid I shall have to change physicians if I want to get any better."
"Poor Dr. Maccanfrae," said Florence. "He is the dearest, kindest, best intentioned man in the world. Think of the good he does among the poor."
"O, I know all about that, but that's no reason why he should lecture me like a child about going to bed early and taking exercise."
"Perhaps he believes more in such medicine than in drugs. Don't you think yourself that it is some such régime that you need?"
"Don't you begin to lecture me, too," said Marion, with a sigh. "Life is hard enough without your making it worse."
"I shall not lecture you, I promise, but," she continued, taking Marion's hands and pulling her up from the lounge, "as your nurse, I must see that you have a change. Come, tell me what are the plans for to-day."
"Why, there's the luncheon at Mrs. Ryder's."
"Good, and what else?"