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steps she walked out of the room. Emily was left in the cottage, alone with her dying aunt.

CHAPTER XVI. MISS JETHRO.

A fortnight after the disappearance of Mrs. Ellmother, and the dismissal of Mrs. Mosey, Doctor Allday entered his consulting-room, punctual to the hour at which he was accustomed to receive patients.

An occasional wrinkling of his eyebrows, accompanied by an intermittent restlessness in his movements, appeared to indicate some disturbance of this worthy man's professional composure. His mind was indeed not at ease. Even the inexcitable old doctor had felt the attraction which had already conquered three such dissimilar people as Alban Morris, Cecilia Wyvil, and Francine de Sor. He was thinking of Emily.

A ring at the door-bell announced the arrival of the first patient.

The servant introduced a tall lady, dressed simply and elegantly in dark apparel. Noticeable features, of a Jewish cast—worn and haggard, but still preserving their grandeur of form—were visible through her veil. She moved with grace and dignity; and she stated her object in consulting Doctor Allday with the ease of a well-bred woman.

'I come to ask your opinion, sir, on the state of my heart,' she said; 'and I am recommended by a patient, who has consulted you with advantage to herself.' She placed a card on the doctor's writing-desk, and added: 'I have become acquainted with the lady, by being one of the lodgers in her house.'

The doctor recognized the name—and the usual proceedings ensued. After careful examination, he arrived at a favorable conclusion. 'I may tell you at once,' he said—'there is no reason to be alarmed about the state of your heart.'

'I have never felt any alarm about myself,' she answered quietly. 'A sudden death is an easy death. If one's affairs are settled, it seems, on that account, to be the death to prefer. My object was to settle my affairs—such as they are—if you had considered my life to be in danger. Is there nothing the matter with me?'

'I don't say that,' the doctor replied. 'The action of your heart is very feeble. Take the medicine that I shall prescribe; pay a little more attention to eating and drinking than ladies usually do; don't run upstairs, and don't fatigue yourself by violent exercise—and I see no reason why you shouldn't live to be an old woman.'

'God forbid!' the lady said to herself. She turned away, and looked out of the window with a bitter smile.

Doctor Allday wrote his prescription. 'Are you likely to make a long stay in London?' he asked.

'I am here for a little while only. Do you wish to see me again?'

'I should like to see you once more, before you go away—if you can make it convenient. What name shall I put on the prescription?'

'Miss Jethro.'

'A remarkable name,' the doctor said, in his matter-of-fact way.

Miss Jethro's bitter smile showed itself again.

Without otherwise noticing what Doctor Allday had said, she laid the consultation fee on the table. At the same moment, the footman appeared with a letter. 'From Miss Emily Brown,' he said. 'No answer required.'

He held the door open as he delivered the message, seeing that Miss Jethro was about to leave the room. She dismissed him by a gesture; and, returning to the table, pointed to the letter.

'Was your correspondent lately a pupil at Miss Ladd's school?' she inquired.

'My correspondent has just left Miss Ladd,' the doctor answered. 'Are you a friend of hers?'

'I am acquainted with her.'

'You would be doing the poor child a kindness, if you would go and see her. She has no friends in London.'

'Pardon me—she has an aunt.'

'Her aunt died a week since.'

'Are there no other relations?'

'None. A melancholy state of things, isn't it? She would have been absolutely alone in the house, if I had not sent one of my women servants to stay with her for the present. Did you know her father?'

Miss Jethro passed over the question, as if she had not heard it. 'Has the young lady dismissed her aunt's servants?' she asked.

'Her aunt kept but one servant, ma'am. The woman has spared Miss Emily the trouble of dismissing her.' He briefly alluded to Mrs. Ellmother's desertion of her mistress. 'I can't explain it,' he said when he had done. 'Can you?'

'What makes you think, sir, that I can help you? I have never even heard of the servant—and the mistress was a stranger to me.'

At Doctor Allday's age a man is not easily discouraged by reproof, even when it is administered by a handsome woman. 'I thought you might have known Miss Emily's father,' he persisted.

Miss Jethro rose, and wished him good-morning. 'I must not occupy any more of your valuable time,' she said.

'Suppose you wait a minute?' the doctor suggested.

Impenetrable as ever, he rang the bell. 'Any patients in the waiting-room?' he inquired. 'You see I have time to spare,' he resumed, when the man had replied in the negative. 'I take an interest in this poor girl; and I thought —'