LADY BASSETT timed her next visit so that she found Dr. Suaby at home.
He received her kindly, and showed himself a master; told her Sir Charles's was a mixed case, in which the fall, the fit, and a morbid desire for offspring had all played their parts.
He hoped a speedy cure, but said he counted on her assistance. There was no doubt what he meant.
Oh, for one thing, he said to her, rather slyly, "Coyne tells me you have been good enough to supply us with a hint as to his treatment; sedatives are opposed to his idiosyncrasy."
Lady Bassett blushed high, and said something about Dr. Willis.
"Oh, you are quite right, you and Dr. Willis; only you are not so very conversant with that idiosyncrasy. Why have you let him smoke twenty cigars every day of his life? the brain is accessible by o
