"Why should I be comfortable?" she asked, with a solemnity that made him
laugh again.
"Why shouldn't you be?"
"Yes, that's what I often ask myself. But I can't be," she said sadly.
They had risen, and he looked at her with his professional interest now
openly dominant, as he stood holding her hand. "I'm going to send you a
little more of that tonic, Miss Kilburn."
She pulled her hand away. "No, I shall not take any more medicine. You
think everything is physical. Why don't you ask at once to see my tongue?"
He went out laughing, and she stood looking wistfully at the door he had
passed through.