evidently some trouble on her mind. Unless we can remove the cause of her anxiety, my medicines will have little effect."
"But we don't know Miss Semaphore's address, doctor," objected Mrs. Dumaresq. "I believe she wrote yesterday to say she was better, but her sister did not tell anyone where she had gone to."
"No doubt our patient will give it to you if you ask her," said the doctor. He prescribed a composing draught, ordered a certain course of treatment, which the medical woman guaranteed to carry out, then took his hat and his departure.
Mrs. Dumaresq, like Miss Lord, loved anything that gave her a little temporary importance, so Dr. Creedy had no sooner gone than she approached the bedside of Miss Prudence, and said in her sweetest tones:
"I think, dear Miss Semaphore, that perhaps your sister may be uneasy if she does not hear from you. You know the doctor says you are to make no exertion for a day or two. I forget where you said she was staying, but if you will give me her address, I shall have much pleasure in writing to her and telling her all the news."
