That frightened her; she drank the wine. The Doctor waited for a
while with his fingers on her pulse. "She will do now," he said.

"Can I go?" she asked.

"Go wherever you please, madam--so long as you don't go upstairs
in a hurry."

She smiled: "I understand you, sir--and thank you for your
advice."

I asked the Doctor, when we were alone, what made him tell her
not to go upstairs in a hurry.

"What I felt," he answered, "when I had my fingers on her pulse.
You heard her say that she understood me."

"Yes; but I don't know what she meant."

"She meant, probably, that her own doctor had warned her as
I did."

"Something seriously wrong with her health?"

"Yes."

"What is it?"

"Heart."