She had fancied that all regular practitioners were clever, and had only doubted Mr.Sheldon because he was not a regular practitioner.

But how if she were to withdraw her husband from the hands of a clever man to deliver him into the care of an ignorant pretender, simply because she was over-anxious for his recovery?
"I always am foolishly anxious about things," she thought.
And then she looked piteously at Mr.Sheldon, and said, "What do you think I ought to do?
Pray tell me.

He has eaten no breakfast again this morning; and even the cup of tea which I persuaded him to take seemed to disagree with him.

And then there is that dreadful sore throat which torments him so.

What ought I to do, Mr.Sheldon ?" "Whatever seems best to yourself, Mrs.Halliday," answered the dentist earnestly.