but that is of no consequence," said Blanche, trying to look dignified. "What I wanted to tell you is, that I am very uneasy about Lord Chester, and I am going to join him at Berlin."
"To join him at Berlin, eh?" said Dr. Ayscough, feeling her pulse in an absent manner, as if he had not the remotest idea that Blanche had a wrist, or that he had got hold of it. "And Lord Chester is ill, is he?"
"How can I know? I have not had a letter from him these three days—not a line!"
"Oh!" said Doctor Ayscough, and it was a satisfied Oh; expressing that he was now completely master of the case, and that the red eyes and fluttering pulse were precisely the symptoms he should expect to find.
"You are like my patient, Mrs. Armistead, her husband went with yours, I think—hers is a case of inflamed eyes; and when I told her not to use them, she said, 'she was not the least called upon to do so, as luckily she has
