"Yes; they're both eaten up with pride," cried Aunt Sophia. "Oh, if I were Scales, I'd give her such a dose!" "Would you, aunt?" "That I would. And if I were Anna Martlett, I'd box his ears till he went down on his knees and asked me to marry him." "Begging your pardon, ma'am, you haven't seen master about, have you?" said John Monnick. "He went up to the house just now, Monnick." "Because, if you please 'm, I've got him a splendid lot o' wums, and a box full o' gentles for the doctor." "Ugh! the nasty creatures!" cried Aunt Sophia, with a shudder. "I hope they are not going fishing up by that weir." "They are, aunt dear--for the barbel." But they were not, for a messenger was already at the gate. Just then, James Scarlett and the doctor came along the path, laden with fishing-tackle, on their way to the punt; but they were stopped by Fanny, who came up with a letter in her hand, the poor girl looking very subdued and pale, and a great deal changed in manner since the events of a certain night--events that had, by Sir James's orders, been buried for ever. "Lady Martlett's groom with the dogcart, and a letter for Doctor Scales, sir." "Ha-ha-ha!" cried the doctor, with a harsh scornful laugh, which told tales to the thoughtful, as Aunt Sophia and Lady Scarlett came up. "Here, Miss Raleigh, you see how I am getting on in my profession. Lady Martlett's pet dog has a fit, and I am honoured by her instructions. Here: read the note, Scarlett." "No, thanks; it is addressed to you." The doctor frowned, and opened the note as he stood with his rod resting in the hollow of his arm, and his friends watched the change in his countenance. "Good heavens!" he exclaimed, with quite a groan. "Here, Miss Raleigh--read!" he thrust the letter into her hand, dropped the rod, and ran swiftly to the house, taking off his white flannel jacket as he ran; and a minute later they saw him in more professional guise beside the groom, who was urging the horse into a brisk canter as they passed along the lane beyond the meadow. Meanwhile Aunt Sophia had read the letter. It was very brief, containing merely these words: "I am very ill. I do not feel confidence in my medical man. Pray, come and see me.--Anna Martlett." "Had we not better go over at once?" said Lady Scarlett eagerly; and the tears rose in her eyes.--"You will come, aunt?" "Yes, of course, if it is necessary," said Aunt Sophia. "But had we not better wait till the doctor returns?" Kate Scarlett looked up at her husband, who nodded. "Yes," he said; "I think aunt is right." So they waited. Volume 2, Chapter XV. DITTO, AND--. "This doesn't look professional," said the doctor to himself.--"Go a little more steadily, my man," he said aloud to the groom; and consequently the horse was checked into a decent trot. For John Scales wanted to grow calm, and quiet down the feeling of agony that had come upon him.