"You sent for me.

What's the matter ?" He took off his tall hat, set it on a sofa, threw his gloves into it, and indulged in a prolonged professional stare at his fair relative.
"Nothing very serious, I imagine.

You're the picture of handsome health.
Really, Blanche, the Walraven air seems to agree with you.

You grow fresher, and brighter, and plumper, and better-looking every day." "I didn't send for you to pay compliments, Doctor Oleander," said Mrs.
Walraven, smiling graciously, all the same.

"See if that door is shut fast, please, and come and sit here beside me.