"My sister is not very well, and does not wish to be disturbed. She is trying to sleep."
"But she will see me, my dear Miss Semaphore. I may be able to advise some course of treatment that will do her good."
"Thank you, Miss Lord she is asleep just now, and I do not think would care to see anyone."
"Oh, but I'll not disturb her. I'll just have a look at her in order to reassure you. You must be uneasy about her. I hear she is very ill."
As she spoke the medical lady edged up to Prudence.
"Thank you; you are extremely kind, but I am really not so anxious. She is not so very ill, she is somewhat better now."
"But I hear that you told Mrs. Wilcox after lunch that she was very ill indeed. This is a sudden change."
"No—yes—not very ill. She'll be better to-morrow."
"But I think, my dear Miss Semaphore, you really ought to let me see her. As you decline to send for a doctor, someone with the requisite medical knowledge should be in
