Ah, woman, if you only knew how you carry our hearts in your hands, and would but use your power for our benefit, what angels you might make us all! "So," said Tom, as he went home, "he has found his way to the elevation-bottle, has he, as well as Mrs.Heale?
It's no concern of mine: but as a professional man, I must stop that.

You will certainly be no credit to me if you kill yourself under my hands." Tom went straight home, showed the blacksmith how to make a pair of dumb-bells, covered them himself with leather, and sent them up the next morning with directions to be used for half an hour morning and evening.
And something--whether it was the dumb-bells, or the tonic, or wholesome fear of the terrible doctor--kept Elsley for the next month in better spirits and temper than he had been in for a long while.
Moreover, Tom set Lucia to coax him into walking with Headley.

She succeeded at last; and, on the whole, each of them soon found that he had something to learn from the other.

Elsley improved daily in health, and Lucia wrote to Valencia flaming accounts of the wonderful doctor who had been cast on shore in their world's end; and received from her after a while this, amid much more--for fancy is not exuberant enough to reproduce the whole of a young lady's letter.
"-- I am so ashamed.

I ought to have told you of that doctor a fortnight ago; but, rattle-pate as I am, I forgot all about it.