"I—I didn't like to trouble you."
"Trouble me? Bless my soul, what am I for? If you hadn't been a wee thing off colour you would never have had such a ridiculous notion. However, I take it, your father—aye, I see—and you thought if you could quietly get a few bottles of physic, and no questions asked, it would set all to rights. Well, now," proceeded he, on receiving a mute assent, "I've got a tonic here worth a score of that rubbish Andrews was for giving you. But you need something more than that. I've forbidden that lad of mine, forbidden him absolutely to have you for a patient in future; he's a good lad, but he had mistaken his place, Miss Leonore—Mrs. Stubbs. You understand me? Yes, I thought you would. He will not trouble you any more. While for you, it's not physic you want most, it's a thorough change of life and scene. You must get away—I say, you must. Now," rising, "will you manage this, or shall I? It must be done soon, mind."
Voices were heard outside at the moment, and Leonore swiftly turned and opened the door.
"Come in, Sue, come in and find me out. I've been trying to get doctored,"—and she ran on glibly—but directly the conference was over, shamefaced and crestfallen she flew to be alone.
"He saw; oh, how horrible, how detestable! How could I stoop to it?" For hours she rang the changes on this theme.
And the very next day, Sue, alarmed and repentant, herself conveyed her young sister up to London.
CHAPTER XI.
DR. CRAIG'S WISDOM.
A friend who did not obtrude himself upon the departing travellers, but spied from the background, rubbed his hands as the train moved off.