"That horrid barber again! I shall not get over the fright he gave me for a month! I will take this carriage, and he may have the other when it comes," said she, walking to the stairs. "Go down and open the door for me."
"If you plaze, miss, you can't go in this carriage. It's for the sick man."
"I don't care what it's for! I'm in a hurry, Lawrence. I must have the first carriage."
"Indade, miss, but we have the sick man up in the chair, ready to take him down the stairs. It's very bad he is."
"Let him wait! Go down and open the door, as I tell you."
"I beg your pardon, miss, but the docthor—"
"If you don't do what I tell you this instant, I'll ask pa to discharge you."
Dr. Fisher came out to ascertain the cause of the delay. He explained that the carriage had been ordered to convey the barber to his home, and he insisted that it should be used for that purpose. André was his patient, and he would not permit any further delay. Elinora pouted and flouted, and hopped back into her chamber.
André was borne carefully down the stairs, and placed in the carriage. Maggie and the doctor entered the vehicle with him, and they were driven to the barber's own home, where he was placed upon his bed in the front room.