One gets used to palpitations as well as everything else, so the doctor felt no alarm but always went and prescribed some harmless remedy with the most amiable sobriety and patience.
Rose was tired but not sleepy and wanted to think over several things, so instead of going to bed she sat down before the open fire in the study to wait for her uncle and perhaps Charlie, though she did not expect him so late.
Aunt Myra's palpitations must have been unusually severe, for the clock struck twelve before Dr.Alec came, and Rose was preparing to end her reverie when the sound of someone fumbling at the hall door made her jump up, saying to herself: "Poor man! His hands are so cold he can't get his latchkey in.

Is that you, Uncle ?" she added, running to admit him, for Jane was slow and the night as bitter as it was brilliant.
A voice answered, "Yes." And as the door swung open, in walked, not Dr.
Alec, but Charlie, who immediately took one of the hall chairs and sat there with his hat on, rubbing his gloveless hands and blinking as if the light dazzled him, as he said in a rapid, abrupt sort of tone, "I told you I'd come left the fellows keeping it up gloriously going to see the old year out, you know.

But I promised never break my word and here I am.

Angel in blue, did you slay your thousands ?" "Hush! The waiters are still about.

Come to the study fire and warm yourself, you must be frozen," said Rose, going before to roll up the easy chair.
"Not at all never warmer looks very comfortable, though.