Miss Gale colored, and bit her lip. She did not think he would have done that, and it vexed her economical soul. She cast a piercing glance at him, then resumed her studies, and ignored his presence.
But his patience exhausted hers. He sat there twenty minutes, at least, in a state of collapse that bid fair to last forever.
So presently she looked up and affected to start. "What! are you there still?" said she.
"Yes," said be; "you did not dismiss me; only my poor flowers.""Well," said she, apologetically, "the truth is, I'm not strong enough to dismiss you by the same road.""It is not necessary. You have only to say, 'Go.' ""Oh, that would be rude. Could not you go without being told right out?""No, I could not. Miss Gale, I can't account for it, but there is some strange attraction. You hate me, and I fear you, yet I could follow you about like a dog. Let me sit here a little longer and see you work."Miss Gale leaned her head upon her hand, and contemplated him at great length. Finally she adopted a cat-like course. "No," said she, at last;"I am going my rounds: you can come with me, if I am so attractive."He said he should be proud, and she put on her hat in thirty seconds.
They walked together in silence. He felt as if he were promenading a tiger cat, that might stop any moment to fall upon him.
She walked him into a cottage: there was a little dead wood burning on that portion of the brick floor called the hearth. A pale old man sat close to the fire, in a wooden armchair. She felt his pulse, and wrote him a prescription.
"To Mr. Vizard's housekeeper, Vizard Court:
"Please give the bearer two pounds of good roast beef or mutton, not salted, and one pint port wine, "RHODA GALE, M. D.""Here, Jenny," she said to a sharp little girl, the man's grandniece, "take this down to Vizard Court, and if the housekeeper objects, go to the front-door and demand in my name to see the squire or Miss Vizard, and give _them_ the paper. Don't you give it up without the meat. Take this basket on your arm."Then she walked out of the cottage, and Severne followed her: he ventured to say that was a novel prescription.