It is not a cure: it is a miracle; and miracles are not easily understood.

We must, therefore, make them understood; and so you will take regularly three times a day the powerful tonic I will give you." She was about to interrupt him, but he waved a hand reprovingly and added with kindly irony: "Yes, we both know you don't need a tonic out of a bottle; but it's just as well other people should think that the tonic bringing back the colour to your cheeks comes out of a bottle and not out of a health resort, called Slow Down Ranch, about four miles to the north-west of Tralee." As he said this, he looked straight into the eyes which seemed, as it were, to shrink into cover from what he was saying.

But when, an instant afterwards, he took her hand and said good-bye, he knew by the trembling clasp of her fingers--even more appealing than they had yet been--that she understood.
So it was a few moments later, outside the house, he had said to Joel Mazarine that he had given his wife a powerful tonic, and he hoped to see an almost instant change in her condition; but she must have her room to herself for a time, according to his instructions of the day before, as she was nervous and needed solitude, to induce sleep.

He was then about to start for Askatoon when the old man said: "I suppose you won't have to come again, as she's going on all right." To this the Young Doctor had replied firmly: "Yes, I'm coming out to-morrow.

She's not fit yet to go to Askatoon, and I must see her once again." "Oh, keep coming--that's right, keep coming!" answered the miserly old man, who still was not so miserly that he did not want his young wife blooming.