You can't look at them without feeling there MUST be something in them." An angry spot rose on Christopher's cheek, but he only said, "And are your other doctors satisfied with the progress your disorder is making under their superintendence ?" "Perfectly! Papa, tell him what they say, and I'll find him their prescriptions." She went to a drawer, and rummaged, affecting not to listen.
Lusignan complied.

"First of all, sir, I must tell you they are confident it is not the lungs, but the liver." "The what!" shouted Christopher.
"Ah!" screamed Rosa.

"Oh, don't!--bawling!" "And don't you screech," said her father, with a look of misery and apprehension impartially distributed on the resounding pair.
"You must have misunderstood them," murmured Staines, in a voice that was now barely audible a yard off.

"The hemorrhage of a bright red color, and expelled without effort or nausea ?" "From the liver--they have assured me again and again," said Lusignan.
Christopher's face still wore a look of blank amazement, till Rosa herself confirmed it positively.
Then he cast a look of agony upon her, and started up in a passion, forgetting once more that his host abhorred the sonorous.

"Oh, shame! shame!" he cried, "that the noble profession of medicine should be disgraced by ignorance such as this." Then he said, sternly, "Sir, do not mistake my motives; but I decline to have anything further to do with this case, until those two gentlemen have been relieved of it; and, as this is very harsh, and on my part unprecedented, I will give you one reason out of many I COULD give you.