"I am quite well, and have dismissed my doctor." Faber was in the mood to imagine more than met the ear, and the words seemed to him of cruel significance.

A flush of anger rose to his forehead, and battled with the paleness of chagrin.

He said nothing.
But Juliet saw and understood.

Instantly she held out her hand to him again, and supplemented the offending speech with the words, "-- but, I hope, retained my friend ?" The light rushed again into Faber's eyes, and Juliet repented afresh, for the words had wrought too far in the other direction.
"That is," she amended, "if Mr.Faber will condescend to friendship, after having played the tyrant so long." "I can only aspire to it," said the doctor.
It sounded mere common compliment, the silliest thing between man and woman, and Mrs.Wingfold divined nothing more: she was not quick in such matters.

Had she suspected, she might, not knowing the mind of the lady have been a little perplexed.