And here, thinking of the anguish that was perhaps in store for those she loved, she wanted to cry; it almost choked her not to.  But she fought it bravely down:  she reserved her tears for lighter occasions and less noble sentiments.

Her father held out his arms to her.  She ran her footstool to him, and sat nestling to his heart.

“Please forgive me my misconduct.  I have not been a dutiful daughter ever since you—­but now I will.  Kiss me, my own papa!  There!  Now we are as we always were.”

Then she purred to him on every possible topic but the one that now filled his parental heart, and bade him good-night at last with a cheerful smile.

Wyman was exact, and ten minutes afterwards Dr. Snell drove up in a carriage and pair.  He was intercepted in the hall by Wyman, and, after a few minutes’ conversation, presented to Mr. Lusignan.

The father gave vent to his paternal anxiety in a few simple but touching words, and was proceeding to state the symptoms as he had gathered them from his daughter; but Dr. Snell interrupted him politely, and said he had heard the principal symptoms from Mr. Wyman.  Then, turning to the latter, he said, “We had better proceed to examine the patient.”

“Certainly,” said Mr. Lusignan.  “She is in the drawing-room;” and he led the way, and was about to enter the room, when Wyman informed him it was against etiquette for him to be present at the examination.

“Oh, very well!” said he.  “Yes, I see the propriety of that.  But oblige me by asking her if she has anything on her mind.”

Dr. Snell bowed a lofty assent; for, to receive a hint from a layman was to confer a favor on him.

The men of science were closeted full half an hour with the patient.  She was too beautiful to be slurred over, even by a busy doctor:  he felt her pulse, looked at her tongue, and listened attentively to her lungs, to her heart, and to the organ suspected by Wyman.  He left her at last with a kindly assurance that the case was perfectly curable.

At the door they were met by the anxious father, who came with throbbing heart, and asked the doctors’ verdict.

He was coolly informed that could not be given until the consultation had taken place; the result of that consultation would be conveyed to him.

“And pray, why can’t I be present at the consultation?  The grounds on which two able men agree or disagree must be well worth listening to.”

“No doubt,” said Dr. Snell; “but,” with a superior smile, “my dear sir, it is not the etiquette.”

“Oh, very well,” said Lusignan.  But he muttered, “So, then, a father is nobody!”

And this unreasonable person retired to his study, miserable, and gave up the dining-room to the consultation.

They soon rejoined him.

Dr. Snell’s opinion was communicated by Wyman.  “I am happy to tell you that Dr. Snell agrees with me, entirely:  the lungs are not affected, and the liver is congested, but not diseased.”