"Ah, you are probably a relative of hers, or has your warm interest in her some other ground?"
"Doctor, I only speak as a human being," replied Anselmo, sternly, "and if you do not do your duty as a physician I will notify the proper authorities."
This threat had the desired effect. The doctor drew his note-book from his pocket, rapidly wrote a prescription, and went away.
Anselmo took the prescription and hurried to the nearest drug-store. As he walked along the snow-covered streets, he muttered to himself:
"Merciful God, do not punish me so hard!"
When he returned he found the virago awaiting him at the door.
"Monsieur," she said, "it seems that Zilda interests you."
"Yes, like any other unhappy creature."
"Well, I have her papers. Her name is Zild—Jane Zild."