But if Aspen Vale
hasn't given him what he wanted, then Mr. Shiel Crozier will still be an
exile from home and the angel in the house."
"What is the prescription? Out with your Sibylline leaves!"
"It's in that unopened letter. When the letter is opened you'll see it
effervesce like a seidlitz powder."
"But suppose I am not here when the letter is opened?"
"You must be here-you must. You'll stay now, if you please."
"I'm afraid I can't. I have patients waiting." Kitty made an impetuous
gesture of command. "There are two patients here who are at the crisis
of their disease. You may be wanted to save a life any minute now."
"I thought that with your prescription you were to be the AEsculapius."
"No, I'm only going to save the reputation of AEsculapius by giving him a
prescription got from a quack to give to a goose."
"Come, come, no names. You are incorrigible. I believe you'd have your
joke on your death-bed."
"I should if you were there. I should die laughing," Kitty retorted.
"There will be no death-bed for you, miss. You'll be translated--no,
that's not right; no one could translate you."
"God might--or a man I loved well enough not to marry him."
There was a note of emotion in her laugh as she uttered the words.
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