She spoke a few disconnected words, then her eyes half-closed again, and the lethargy returned upon her.
In a few minutes Mrs.Ormonde left the room and sought her acquaintance in the cooking department.

Mrs.Gandle gave her the exact address of the medical man, and she found the house without difficulty.
She had to wait for a quarter of an hour in a bare, dusty, drug-smelling ante-chamber, where also sat a woman who coughed without ceasing, and a boy who had a formidable bandage athwart his face.

The practitioner, when he presented himself, failed to inspire her with confidence.

He expressed himself so ambiguously about Thyrza's condition and gave on the whole such scanty proof of intelligence that Mrs.Ormonde felt it unsafe to leave him in charge of a case such as this.

She easily obtained his permission to summon a doctor with whom she was acquainted.
She drove to the latter's abode, and was fortunate enough to find him at luncheon.