Ah, I
see, I see,--the stomach lacks tone."
"And there's dreadful lassitude, sometimes, Doctor," speaks up Miss
Eliza.
"Ah, I see,--a little exhaustion after a long walk,--isn't it so, Miss
Maverick? I see, I see; we must brace up the system, Miss Johns,--brace
up the system."
And the kindly old gentleman prescribes his little tonics, of which
Adele takes some, and throws more out of the window.
Adele does not mend, and the rumor is presently current upon the street
that "Miss Adeel is in a decline." The spinster shows a solicitude in
the matter which almost touches the heart of the French girl. For Adele
had long before decided that there could be no permanent sympathy
between them, and had indulged latterly in no little bitterness of
speech toward her. But the acute spinster had forgiven all. Never once
had she lost sight of her plan for the ultimate disposal of Adele and of
her father's fortune. Of course the life of Adele was very dear to her,
and the absence of Phil she looked upon as Providential.
Weeks pass by, but still the tonics of the kindly old physician prove of
little efficacy.
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