And indeed Mrs.Moon was slowly taking in the idea of disaster, and it sent her poor wits wandering in the past.

Her voice sank suddenly from grating; antagonism to pensive garrulity.
"I've no faith in medicine," she quavered, "nor in medical men either.
Though to be sure my husband had a brother-in-law once on his wife's side, Dr.Quincey, Dr.Arnold Quincey, Juliana's father and Louisa's.

He was a medical man.

He wrote a book, I daresay you've heard of it; _Quincey on Diseases of the Heart_ it was.

But he's dead now, of one of 'em, poor man.