remedies, and then in silence began arranging some flowers.
"Well," said the Baroness, "I must say you take things coolly. Having brought on this attack; you might as well send for assistance. I suppose you had better write and ask Dr. Ayscough to drive down here, for I must be quite myself on Wednesday. That will be the last and the best of our parties," she said with a ghastly smile.
And so the physician was summoned, and was received by the Baroness, with all her accustomed graces, which, generally were completely thrown away upon him; but to-day he seemed to study her looks with attention and to bear her rambling statements with unusual patience.
"I really have nothing to tell you, my dear Sir, just a little headache—you know what a sensitive creature I am, and I think the wind is in the East. I always feel an East wind jusqu'au bout des doigts, and I have been overdoing my gaieties. I want rest, and change of air. The Baron is taking a
