He was stopped before he went on to Browndown; and he and his patient saw each other alone in Lucilla's sitting-room.
They were a long time together.

Lucilla, waiting with me in my bed-chamber, grew impatient.

She begged me to knock at the sitting-room door, and inquire when she might be permitted to assist at the consultation.
I found doctor and patient standing together at the window, talking quietly.

Evidently, nothing had passed to excite either of them in the smallest degree.

Oscar looked a little pale and weary--but he, like his medical adviser, was perfectly composed.
"There is a young lady in the next room," I said, "who is getting anxious to hear what your consultation has ended in." The doctor looked at Oscar, and smiled.
"There is really nothing to tell Miss Finch," he said.