A woman likes big bills from a physician if the malady be her own; she draws importance from the size of the bills.

When one reflects that there is nothing to some women except their aches and their ailments, it all seems rational enough.

These be dangerous digressions; one might better return to the drug-dealing parent of Bess, who visited the fair sufferers in a Brewster brougham and measured out his calls by minutes, watch in hand.

He heaped up a fortune for Bess and her mother, and then at one and the same moment quit both his practice and the world.
When Dorothy came in with Richard, they found Bess entertaining a caller.

The caller was a helpless person named Mr.Fopling.
"Mr.Storms, permit me to make you acquainted with Mr.Fopling," observed Bess, after Dorothy had presented Richard.
When Bess named Richard to Mr.Fopling, she did so with a master-of-ceremony flourish that was protecting and mannish.