I certainly asked her for the prescription.

No such thing was known to be in existence--she reminded me that her husband had made up the medicine himself.

But she remembered that the results had exceeded his anticipations, and that only a part of the remedy had been used.

The bottle might still perhaps be found at Wurzburg.

Or it might be in a small portmanteau belonging to her husband, which she had found in his bedroom, and had brought away with her, to be examined at some future time.