“You think that I should do her good?”
“More good, my lord—”
“Than all your draughts and bleedings!”
Dr. Hemstruther bowed, and hid a smile with the obeisance.
“My Lord Gore might find some words to soothe the lady.”
“But you forget, man, that—”
He did not complete the sentence, for even his egotism stumbled at the confession of the instinct of cowardice and self-love. Dr. Hemstruther understood him, and mocked inwardly at the great man’s prudence.
“There is some danger, my lord; but still I would advise—”
“As a matter of policy?”
“As a matter of policy.”