This fatal drug has eaten away a thousand brains for one it has ever benefited." "Ah!" said Lady Bassett.

"'Specialists!' what are they ?" "Medical men, who confine their practice to one disease." "Mad-doctors, he means," said the patient, very gravely.
Lady Bassett turned very pale.

"Then those were mad-doctors." "Never you mind, Bella," said Sir Charles.

"I kicked the fellow handsomely." "I am sorry to hear it, Sir Charles." "Why ?" Dr.Willis looked at Lady Bassett, as much as to say, "I shall not give _him_ my real reason;" and then said, "I think it very undesirable you should be excited and provoked, until your health is thoroughly restored." Dr.Willis wrote a prescription, and retired.
Lady Bassett sank into a chair, and trembled all over.

Her divining fit was on her; she saw the hand of the enemy, and filled with vague fears.
Mary Wells tried to, comfort her.