"Yes, I see, and smell and all. You are a brave, good girl. Got any salts about you?"
"Yes, of course. There. But fancy a young lion smelling salts."
"A young duffer, you mean; that has passed for game through the thing not being looked into close."
"Oh, you can he close enough, where I want you to be open."
The next day he accompanied her again, but remained at the stairfoot while she went in to her patients; and, when she came down, asked her, Could no good Christian be found to knock that poor woman on the head who lived in a plate.
"No good Heathen, you mean," said Julia.
"Why, yes," said he; "the savages manage these things better."
He also accompanied her shopping, and smoked phlegmatically outside the shops; nor could she exhaust his patience. Then the quick girl put this and that together. When they were at home again and her bonnet off, she looked him in the face and said sweetly, "I have got a watch-dog." He smiled, and said nothing. "Why don't you answer?" cried Julia impetuously.