It is something--well, I hardly care to speak of it, it has been so very painful.

My dear"-- Miss Quincey's voice sank to an awful whisper--"he has cut me in the street." "Oh, I know--he _will_ do it; he has done it to all his patients.

He is so dreadfully absent-minded." If Miss Quincey had not been as guileless as the little old maid she was, she would have recognised these indications of intimacy; as it was, she said with superior conviction, "My dear, I _know_ Dr.Cautley.He has never cut me before, and he would not do it now without a reason.

There has been some awful mistake.

If I only knew what I had done!" "You've done nothing.