"
"Do you stay at Beaurepaire?" inquired Rose; "if so, we will come home."
"On the contrary, you will stay here another fortnight," said the
doctor, authoritatively.
"Prescribe some of your nice tonics for me, doctor," said Josephine,
coaxingly.
"No! I can't do that; you are in the hands of another practitioner."
"What does that matter? You were at Paris."
"It is not the etiquette in our profession to interfere with another
man's patients."
"Oh, dear! I am so sorry," began Josephine.
"I see nothing here that my good friend Mivart is not competent to deal
with," said the doctor, coldly.
Then followed some general conversation, at the end of which the doctor
once more laid his commands on them to stay another fortnight where they
were, and bade them good-by.
He was no sooner gone than Rose went to the door of the kitchen, and
called out, "Madame Jouvenel! Madame Jouvenel! you may come into the
garden again."
The doctor drove away; but, instead of going straight to Beaurepaire,
he ordered the driver to return to the town. He then walked to Mivart's
house.
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