The lady followed the manservant, who placed a chair for her and withdrew.
Instead of sitting down, the patient stepped forward, and gazed into the doctor's face. Then she clasped her hands.
"Thank God," she cried; "he is the man!"
"I do not understand, madam. I see so many faces. The name—is it an American name?"
"You think of my husband. But I am English-born, and so is he."
"Well, Mrs. Haveril, even the richest of us get our little disorders. What is yours?"
"I have been very ill, doctor; but it was not for that that I came here."
"Then, madam, I do not understand why you do come here."
"You don't remember me? But I see that you don't." Her trembling ceased when she began to speak. "Yet I remember you very well. You have changed very little in four and twenty years."
"Indeed?"