Edith was growing to like her more and more. In a house where Bruce lived it was certainly a wonderful help to have a third person often present--if it was the right person. The absurd irritations and scenes of fault-finding that she had become inured to, but which were always trying, were now shorter, milder, or given up altogether. Bruce's temper was perennially good, and got better. Then the constant illnesses that he used to suffer from--he was unable to pass the military examination and go to the front on account of a neurotic heart--these illnesses were either omitted entirely or talked over with Madame Frabelle, whose advice turned out more successful than that of a dozen specialists. 'An extraordinary woman she is, you know, Edith,' he said. 'You know that really peculiar feeling I sometimes have?' 'Which, dear?' 'You know that sort of emptiness in the feet, and heaviness in the head, and that curious kind of twitching of the eyelids that I get?' 'Yes, I know. Well, dear?' 'Well, Madame Frabelle has given me a complete cure for it. It seems her husband (by the way, what a brute he must have been, and what a life that poor woman led! However, never mind that now) had something very much of the same kind, only not quite so bad.' 'Which, dear?' 'How do you mean "Which"? Which what?' 'Which peculiar feeling?' 'What peculiar feeling are we talking about?' 'I said, which peculiar feeling did Mr. Frabelle have?' 'What are you trying to get at, Edith?' He looked at her suspiciously. Edith sighed. 'Was it the heaviness in the feet, or the lightness in the head, or was it the twitching of the eyelid which Mr. Frabelle used to suffer from?' 'Oh, ah! Yes, I see what you mean. It seemed he had a little of them all. But what do you think she used to do?' 'I haven't the slightest idea.' 'There's some stuff called Tisane--have you ever heard of it?' Bruce asked. 'It's a simple remedy, but a very good thing. Well, he used to use that.' 'Did he bathe his eye with it?' 'Oh, my dear Edith, you're wool-gathering. Do pull yourself together. He drank it, that's what he did, and that's what I'm going to do. Eg--Madame Frabelle would go straight down into the kitchen and show you how to make it if you like.' 'I don't mind, if cook doesn't,' said Edith. 'Oh, we'll see about that. Anyway she's going to show me how to get it made. 'Then there's another thing Madame Frabelle suggested. She's got an idea it would do me a world of good to spend a day in the country.' 'Oh, really? Sounds a good idea.' 'Yes. Say, on the river. She's not been there for years it seems. She thinks she would rather enjoy it.' 'I should think it would be a capital plan,' said Edith. 'Well, how about next Saturday?' said Bruce, thinking he was concealing his eagerness and satisfaction. 'Saturday? Oh yes, certainly. Saturday, by all means, if it's fine. What time shall we start?' He started at once, but was silent.