I think they must have been taken out at random, for I am sure I tasted aniseed water, anchovy sauce, and salad dressing.

When she had administered these restoratives, as I was still quite hysterical, and unable to control my sobs, she put me on the sofa, with a shawl under my head, and the handkerchief from her own head under my feet, lest I should sully the cover; and then, sitting herself down behind the green fan or screen I have already mentioned, so that I could not see her face, ejaculated at intervals, 'Mercy on us!' letting those exclamations off like minute guns.
After a time she rang the bell.

'Janet,' said my aunt, when her servant came in.

'Go upstairs, give my compliments to Mr.Dick, and say I wish to speak to him.' Janet looked a little surprised to see me lying stiffly on the sofa (I was afraid to move lest it should be displeasing to my aunt), but went on her errand.

My aunt, with her hands behind her, walked up and down the room, until the gentleman who had squinted at me from the upper window came in laughing.
'Mr.Dick,' said my aunt, 'don't be a fool, because nobody can be more discreet than you can, when you choose.