pleasure."
Sir John touched Ethel's cheek lightly with his lips and motioned his
visitors to be seated.
"Now is not that a pretty speech from a professional man! Ah, you
lovers, you are all alike, and when you are married--Ah! then you are
all the same."
"What an accusation! I hope Ethel does not credit it, or I shall
never be permitted an opportunity of refuting such a calumny."
"I know too well how highly Mamma thinks of you, John," said Ethel,
prettily.
"Well, I admit it--I do admire you immensely--I admire your power,
your position, your ability to make an income--a large income,
sitting comfortably in an arm chair. And then there is such solidity
in a doctor's profession--people are always ill."
"Mamma is ill herself," broke in Lady Ethel, "and that is why we have
intruded to-day."
"I hope it is nothing serious, my dear Duchess."
"How sweet of you! Ah, I am a martyr! I have hay fever to such a
distressing extent that I am positively ashamed to go into society."
Her daughter laughed.
"We were at the Opera last night, and Mamma's sneezes were most
_mal-a-propos._ It was very embarrassing."
"Yes, I am convinced that Romeo glowered at me, and at church on
Sunday it was such a charming sermon, so encouraging and tactful, I
sneezed violently in the man's best moments. At my age I cannot
consent to become a public infliction, yet I feel I am a nuisance."
"Mamma said, as soon as we got home--'I shall go and consult Sir
John,'" cooed Ethel.
"And now you can cure me?" The Duchess looked anxiously into the
grave face opposite.
"I have not the slightest doubt you will be entirely recovered in a
few days at most," said Sir John reassuringly; "you have caught a
severe cold."
"Nothing of the sort, I assure you. I have had colds before, and I
know better."
"What, better than your doctor?" The stern face relaxed, and Sir John
laughed.
"Well, better than my future son-in-law. Now I beg you not to be
obstinate. Give me something potent--one of those drugs that work
such instantaneous wonders."
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