All she needs is rest.

Keep her perfectly quiet." And the doctor bowed himself off, first politely inquiring of Mrs.
Hardcastle after her husband's gout and her own dyspepsia.
"He is a fair-spoken man, certainly, very," said Mrs.Hardcastle, "though I won't say that I shouldn't prefer Dr.Harrison in the long run as surest to bring his patient through.

I think I'll just go up with this myself to Phebe, Mrs.Lane.I suppose she's longing for visitors by now, poor soul!" "Well, I dare say.

You know her room,--just at the head of the stairs.

Go right up, and I'll step out to market." "Now, my dear," said Mrs.Hardcastle, rustling into Phebe's room, "I thought I would come up and have a look at you myself to make sure how you were.