He watched for her coming to his chamber; he could distinguish her light footstep from all others.

If this is what is meant by women practicing medicine, thought Philip to himself, I like it.
"Ruth," said he one day when he was getting to be quite himself, "I believe in it ?" "Believe in what ?" "Why, in women physicians." "Then, I'd better call in Mrs.Dr.Longstreet." "Oh, no.

One will do, one at a time.

I think I should be well tomorrow, if I thought I should never have any other." "Thy physician thinks thee mustn't talk, Philip," said Ruth putting her finger on his lips.
"But, Ruth, I want to tell you that I should wish I never had got well if--" "There, there, thee must not talk.

Thee is wandering again," and Ruth closed his lips, with a smile on her own that broadened into a merry laugh as she ran away.
Philip was not weary, however, of making these attempts, he rather enjoyed it.