I don't know which is most to blame, but after all these years I have failed to inspire you with confidence." The doctor's voice was sad, and Josephine's bosom panted.
"Pray do not say so," she cried.

"I would trust you with my life." "But not with your secret." "My secret! What secret?
I have no secrets." "Josephine, you have now for full twelve months suffered in body and mind, yet you have never come to me for counsel, for comfort, for an old man's experience and advice, nor even for medical aid." "But, dear friend, I assure you"-- "We DO NOT deceive our friend.

We CANNOT deceive our doctor." Josephine trembled, but defended herself after the manner of her sex.
"Dear doctor," said she, "I love you all the better for this.

Your regard for me has for once blinded your science.

I am not so robust as you have known me, but there is nothing serious the matter with me.