"I thought no one saw it but myself.

But it is no use.

He refuses to see a doctor.

He says he will be all right in a few days." I knew she had pulled herself up on the point of saying, "after your wedding." Dr.Molyneux smiled humorously.
"Sure, the world's divided into two classes," he said--"the people who are always wanting to see the doctor, and the people who won't see him at all.

Supposing I were to pay my respects to Lord St.Leger--it would be hardly polite to go away without doing it." "You might be able to judge, perhaps----" began my grandmother.
"Or I might be able to get over his prejudices, Lady St.Leger.He isn't the first that wouldn't see me; and some of them couldn't see enough of me at the end," he said, getting up with that cheery confidence in his face and manner that must have put many a sick man on the road to recovery.
When my grandfather came into the drawing-room before dinner he came and kissed me, and said, "Poor little Bawn!" with an almost excessive tenderness.