The disorder was progressing favorably, and
nothing to be feared, under proper treatment.
Yours, etc.
Dr. Snell's letter:--
DEAR SIR,--Miss Lusignan has written to me somewhat impatiently and
seems disposed to dispense with my visits. I do not, however, think it
right to withdraw without telling you candidly that this is an unwise
step. Your daughter's health is in a very precarious condition.
Yours, etc.
Rosa burst out laughing. "I have nothing to fear, and I'm on the brink
of the grave. That comes of writing without a consultation. If they
had written at one table, I should have been neither well nor ill. Poor
Christopher!" and her sweet face began to work piteously.
"There! there! drink a glass of wine."
She did, and a tear with it, that ran into the glass like lightning.
Warned by this that grief sat very near the bright, hilarious surface,
Mr. Lusignan avoided all emotional subjects for the present. Next day,
however, he told her she might dismiss her lover, but no power should
make him dismiss his pet physician, unless her health improved.
"I will not give you that excuse for inflicting him on me again," said
the young hypocrite.
She kept her word. She got better and better, stronger, brighter, gayer.
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