" Ting! He
struck a bell. That "ting" said, "Go, live, Guinea; and let another
come."
"Heart-disease now! " Said Mrs. Dodd, sinking back in her hired carriage,
and the tears were in her patient eyes.
"My own, own mamma," said Julia earnestly, "do not distress yourself. I
have no disease in the world, but my old, old, old one, of being a
naughty, wayward girl. As for you, mamma, you have resigned your own
judgment to your inferiors, and that is both our misfortunes. Dear, dear
mamma, do take me to a doctress next time, if you have not had enough."
"To a what, love?"
"A she-doctor, then."
"A female physician, child? There is no such thing. No; assurance is
becoming a characteristic of our sex; but we have not yet intruded
ourselves into the learned professions, thank Heaven."
"Excuse me, mamma, there are one or two; for the newspapers say so."
"'Well, dear, there are none in this country, happily."
"'What, not in London?"
"No."
"Then what _is_ the use of such a great overgrown place, all smoke, if
there is nothing in it you cannot find in the country? Let us go back to
Barkington this very day, this minute, this instant; oh, pray, pray.
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