Grace colored, and fixed a searching eye on the doctor. "Do I know the lady?"
"No. For it happens to be a male patient."
"Possibly; this is the age of competition. Still it is hard you can't have a little malady of this kind all to yourself; don't you think so?"
At this Grace laughed hysterically.
"Come, none of that before me," said the doctor sternly.
She stopped directly, frightened. The doctor smiled.
Mr. Carden peeped in from his study. "When you have done with her, come and prescribe for me. I am a little out of sorts too." With this, he retired. "That means you are to go and tell him what is the matter with me," said Grace bitterly.
"Is his curiosity unjustifiable?"
a quiet old man, who, in his appearance and manner of life,
‘You should have won Antonina,’ said Marcian, with
‘The one blot upon his noble nature,’ uttered Basil,
when marbles and mosaics, paintings and tapestries, were
Was it, though, the ever beautiful blossoms of hollyhocks
They were walking silently, side by side, when the servant