"Inglewood!" cried Dr. Warner, fixing his former disciple with a stare,
"are you mad?"
Arthur flushed to the roots of his brown hair, but he answered,
easily and quietly enough, "Not now. The truth is, Warner, I've just
made a rather important medical discovery--quite in your line."
"What do you mean?" asked the great doctor stiffly--"what discovery?"
"I've discovered that health really is catching, like disease,"
answered Arthur.
"Yes; sanity has broken out, and is spreading," said Michael,
performing a ~pas seul~ with a thoughtful expression.
"Twenty thousand more cases taken to the hospitals;
nurses employed night and day."
Dr. Warner studied Michael's grave face and lightly moving
legs with an unfathomed wonder. "And is THIS, may I ask,"
he said, "the sanity that is spreading?"
"You must forgive me, Dr. Warner," cried Rosamund Hunt heartily.
"I know I've treated you badly; but indeed it was all a mistake.
I was in a frightfully bad temper when I sent for you, but now
it all seems like a dream--and and Mr. Smith is the sweetest,
most sensible, most delightful old thing that ever existed,
and he may marry any one he likes--except me."
"I should suggest Mrs.
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