ad 3iij M.S.teaspoonful every three hours.
H.D.
Having sent this to Miss Panney by a servant, he went his way.

Driving along, his conscience stung him a little when he thought of the fable his wife had told him; but the moral of the fable had made but little impression upon him, and as an antidote to the sting he applied his conviction that matchmaking was a bad business, and that in love affairs, as well as in many diseases, the very best thing to do was to let nature take its course.
When Miss Panney read the paper which had been sent to her, her eyes flashed, and then she laughed.
"The wretch!" she exclaimed; "it is just like him." And in the afternoon she sent to her apothecary in Thorbury for the medicine prescribed.

"If it cools me down," she said to herself, "I shall be able to work better.".