Full forty
patients were before them: so they had to wait and wait. At last they
were ushered into the presence-chamber, and Mrs. Dodd entered on the
beaten ground of her daughter's symptoms. The noble surgeon stopped her
civilly but promptly. "Auscultation will give us the clue," said he, and
drew his stethoscope. Julia shrank and cast an appealing look at her
mother; but the impassive chevalier reported on each organ in turn
without moving his ear from the key-hole: "Lungs pretty sound," said he,
a little plaintively: "so is the liver. Now for the----Hum? There is no
kardiae insufficiency, I think, neither mitral nor tricuspid. If we find
no tendency to hypertrophy we shall do very well. Ah! I have succeeded in
diagnosing a slight diastolic murmur; very slight." He deposited the
instrument, and said, not without a certain shade of satisfaction that
his research had not been fruitless, "The heart is the peccant organ."
"Oh, sir! is it serious?" said poor Mrs. Dodd.
"By no means. Try this" (he scratched a prescription which would not have
misbecome the tomb of Cheops), "and come again in a month.
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