I never name my remedies; for if I did, people would
turn away in contempt for such commonplace simples."
"I can guess one of them already," he said with a pleased light
coming into his eyes.
"So quickly, Mr. Mayhew? I doubt it."
"Kindness," he said, in a low tone.
"Well," she replied with a slight flush, "I can stoutly assert
that this remedy did me good when all the long-named drugs in the
'Materia Medica' could not have helped me."
He looked at her searchingly a moment, and then said in the same
low tone:
"And so you are trying to apply your remedy to me? It certainly
is very good of you. Most people when they are cured, throw away
the medicine, forgetting how many others are sick."
"Perhaps we can never exactly say we are cured in this life; but
I think we can all get better."
"It depends a great deal upon the disease," he replied, with a
shrug.
"No, Mr. Mayhew," she said; and, although her tone was low, it
was almost passionate in its earnestness. "God forbid that there
should be a disease without a remedy."
He again looked at her with a peculiar expression, and then slowly
turned toward his wife and daughter. Mrs. Mayhew was too preoccupied
to heed him, and Sibley was just saying:
"Miss Ida, I claim you for the first waltz this evening, and only
wish that it would last indefinitely.
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