She entered a chemist's shop, on the opposite side of the way, and came out again with a bottle in her hand.

It was enclosed in the customary medical wrapping of white paper.

Majestically, she passed out of sight.
If Hugh had followed her he would have traced the doctor's wife to the door of the inn.
The unemployed waiter was on the house-steps, looking about him--with nothing to see.

He made his bow to Mrs.Vimpany, and informed her that the landlady had gone out.
"You will do as well," was the reply.

"Is Mr.Vimpany here ?" The waiter smiled, and led the way through the passage to the foot of the stairs.