"Will you tell me the meaning of this? That man has been cooling his heels in there for the last ten minutes, and he says you sent for him. Is that the case?"
Miss Quincey meekly admitted that it was, and entered upon a vague description of her trouble.
"It's all capers and nonsense," said the Old Lady, "there's nothing the matter with your heart. You're just hysterical, and you just want—?"
"I want to know, and Dr. Cautley will tell me."
"Oh ho! I daresay he'll find some mare's nest fast enough, if you tell him where to look."
Miss Quincey took off her hat and cape and laid them down with a sigh. She gave a terrified glance at the looking-glass and smoothed her thin hair with her hand.
"Auntie—I must go. I can't keep him waiting any longer."
"Go then—I won't stop you."
She went trembling, followed so closely by Mrs. Moon that she looked like a prisoner conducted to the dock.
"How will he receive me?" she wondered.