"No," I assured him, "I have almost given up my studies."
Promada was by my side, and she took the opportunity to observe—
"I do not know whether she has left off her studies, but I can testify to it that she has left off her meals. Doctor, kindly give her a tonic."
"Gladly I will prescribe one this very day, but will she take it?"
While I was engaged in conversation, my eyes were on the play. When he asked this last question, however, I turned my head and smiled. He looked at me so gently, so tenderly, my whole being responded to the glance and the heaviness of my heart melted away in a happy sigh. The question involuntarily came to my lips:
"Have you a herb that will remove this weight upon my heart?" but it remained unspoken; I only suppressed the tears that mounted to my eyes and drooped my lashes. I heard my brother-in-law calling out:
"I say, doctor, come on, you are wanted to make up a new set."
He did not heed, but addressing me questioned:
