Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 93: what you’re looking at

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Finally Sir Henry arose, saying to his hostess: “Tf your grace will kindly order your carriage, I will get back to the station. I must bein London before nine.” - ; ane duchess promptly rang a bell and gave the order. “Will you run down again in a day or two, Sir Henry?” she asked. ‘‘In spite of your assurance that my guest is doing well, I feel a trifle anxious.’ “There will be no need, let me assure you.” he re- plied. “I would come certainly if it was necessary, but you may safely trust this young manin alinost any emergency,” and he laid his hand almost affec- tionately upon Perey’s shoulder as he spoke. ‘I could coufidently leave a much mere serious case in his hands; and,’ he added, with a twinkle in his kindly eyes, ‘‘I predict that he is going to cut me out entirely, in this region, in less than two years’ time. Eh, Doctor Morton?” The color mounted to Percy’s forehead at this high "9 esi and the duehess smiled most benignly upon im. Sir Henry Harwood was her oracle upon aftairs of health and medical regimen. “You will do well to see your patient once a day for the remainder of the week,” he continued. ‘She is evidently still laboring wnder some mental ex- citement, which may induce fever unless she is watched.” Percy bowed acquiescence, and Sir Henry, hearing the carriage without, shook hands with her grace and then turned to leave the room, “Are you going back to town ?” he asked Percy, as they passed out, “Ifso,jumpinand give ane vonr company.” .