"It is always serious.

And she kept this from me!" Masking his agitation for the time, he inquired how often it had occurred, this grave symptom.
"Three or four times this last month.

But I may as well tell you at once: I have examined her carefully, and I do not think it is from the lungs." "From the throat, then ?" "No; from the liver.

Everything points to that organ as the seat of derangement: not that there is any lesion; only a tendency to congestion.

I am treating her accordingly, and have no doubt of the result." "Who is the ablest physician hereabouts ?" asked Lusignan, abruptly.
"Dr.Snell, I think." "Give me his address." "I'll write to him, if you like, and appoint a consultation." He added, with vast but rather sudden alacrity, "It will be a great satisfaction to my own mind." "Then send to him, if you please, and let him be here to-morrow morning; if not, I shall take her to London for advice at once." On this understanding they parted, and Lusignan went at once to his daughter.