It is the real doctor's house of Thrums, and people in need of you still keep ringing me up of nights.
The only door to your surgery is through my passage; it is I who should be in lodgings now." "Do you really think I would, Grizel!" he cried indignantly.
"Rather than see the dear house go into another's hands," she answered steadily; "for I am determined to leave it.

Dr.McQueen won't feel strange when he looks down, David, if it is only you he sees moving about the old rooms, instead of me." "You are doing this for me, Grizel, and I won't have it." "I give you my word," she told him, "that I am doing it for myself alone.

I am tired of keeping a house, and of all its worries.

Men don't know what they are." She was smiling, but his brows wrinkled in pain.

"Oh, Grizel!" he said, and stopped.