"I have not given up my old habits, Sir," said Fleda, a good deal vexed.
"No I suppose not but Queechy air is not so well suited for them other skies will prove more genial," he said, she could not help thinking, pleased at her displeasure.
"What is the fault of Queechy air, Sir?" said Mr. Carleton, approaching them.
"Sir!" said the doctor, exceedingly taken aback, though the words had been spoken in the quietest manner possible "it a it has no fault, Sir that I am particularly aware of it is perfectly salubrious. Mrs. Plumfield, I will bid you good-day; I a I hope you will get well again."
"I hope not, Sir!" said aunt Miriam, in the same clear hearty tones which had answered him before.
The doctor took his departure, and made capital of his interview with Mr. Carleton; who, he affirmed, he could tell by what he had seen of him, was a very deciduous character, and not always conciliating in his manners.
Fleda waited with a little anxiety for what was to follow the doctor's leave-taking.
It was with a very softened eye that aunt Miriam looked at the two who were left, clasping Fleda's hand again; and it was with a very softened voice that she next spoke.
"Do you remember our last meeting, Sir?"
"I remember it well," he said.