comes in the morning, and why she is the better for it, feeling neither
faint nor sick, but relieved of a weight. This, sir, is the rationale of
the complaint; and it is to you I must look for the cure. To judge from
my other female patients, and from the few words Miss Lusignan has let
fall, I fear we must not count on any very hearty co-operation from her:
but you are her father, and have great authority; I conjure you to use
it to the full, as you once used it--to my sorrow--in this very room.
I am forgetting my character. I was asked here only as her physician.
Good-evening."

He gave a little gulp, and hurried away, with an abruptness that touched
the father and offended the sapient daughter.

However, Mr. Lusignan followed him, and stopped him before he left the
house, and thanked him warmly; and to his surprise, begged him to call
again in a day or two.

"Well, Rosa, what do you say?"

"I say that I am very unfortunate in my doctors. Mr. Wyman is a
chatterbox and knows nothing. Dr. Snell is Mr. Wyman's echo. Christopher
is a genius, and they are always full of crotchets. A pretty doctor!
Gone away, and not prescribed for me!"

Mr. Lusignan admitted it was odd. "But, after all," said he, "if
medicine does you no good?"

"Ah! but any medicine HE had prescribed would have done me good, and
that makes it all the unkinder."