It was her duty to live, for the sake of St.Sidwell's and of Mrs.Moon; and she was only calling Dr.Cautley in to help her to do it.

But through it all the feeling uppermost was joy in the certainty that she would see him on an honourable pretext, and would be able to set right that terrible misunderstanding.
She hardly expected him till late in the day; so she was a little startled, when she came in after morning school, to find Mrs.Moon waiting for her at the stairs, quivering with indignation that could have but one cause.
He had lost no time in answering her summons.
The drawing-room door was ajar; the Old Lady closed it mysteriously, and pushed her niece into the bedroom behind.
"Will you tell me the meaning of this?
_That man_ has been cooling his heels in there for the last ten minutes, and he says you sent for him.

Is that the case ?" Miss Quincey meekly admitted that it was, and entered upon a vague description of her trouble.
"It's all capers and nonsense," said the Old Lady, "there's nothing the matter with your heart.

You're just hysterical, and you just want-- ?" "I want to _know_, and Dr.Cautley will tell me." "Oh ho! I daresay he'll find some mare's nest fast enough, if you tell him where to look." Miss Quincey took off her hat and cape and laid them down with a sigh.
She gave a terrified glance at the looking-glass and smoothed her thin hair with her hand.
"Auntie--I must go.

I can't keep him waiting any longer." "Go then--I won't stop you." She went trembling, followed so closely by Mrs.Moon that she looked like a prisoner conducted to the dock.
"How will he receive me ?" she wondered.
He received her coldly and curtly.