teaspoonful at once, please; but you will be better than medicine.
Tell Miss Blyth--tell her I want very much to speak to her, please!
Ask if she could come up here now, this moment, just for two or
three minutes. And you'll go down yourself, won't you, Miss Vesta--
dear Miss Vesta?"

He was so absorbed in listening he did not hear the creaking of
Miss Phoebe's morocco shoes on the stairs; and when she appeared
before him, flushed and slightly out of breath, he stared at the
good lady as if he had never seen her before.

"You wished to see me, Doctor Strong?" Miss Phoebe began. She was
half pleased, half ruffled, at being summoned in this imperious way.

"Yes--oh, yes," answered Geoffrey, vaguely. "Come in, please,
Miss Blyth. Won't you sit down--no, I wouldn't sit near the window,
it's damp to-day (it was not in the least damp). Sit here, in my
chair. Did you know there was a secret pocket in this chair? Very
curious thing!"

"I was aware of it," said Miss Phoebe, with dignity. "Was that what
you wished to say to me, Doctor Strong?"

"No--oh, no (thank Heaven, she has stopped! that angel is with her).
I--I am ashamed to trouble you, Miss Blyth, but you said you would
be so very good as to look over my shirts some day, and see if they
are worth putting on new collars and cuffs. It's really an imposition;
any time will do, if you are busy now. I only thought, hearing your
voice--"