"The first time we have ever been separated since he was born," said she, with a sigh.
Dr.Amboyne's preconceived plan broke down that moment.

He said, hurriedly, "Take my carriage, and drive to him.

Better do that than torment yourself." "Where is he ?" asked the widow, brightening up at the proposal.
"At Cairnhope." At this word, Mrs.Little's face betrayed a series of emotions: first confusion, then astonishment, and at last a sort of superstitious alarm.
"At Cairnhope ?" she faltered at last, "My son at Cairnhope ?" "Pray do not torment yourself with fancies," said the doctor.

"All this is the merest accident--the simplest thing in the world.

I cured Patty Dence of diphtheria, when it decimated the village.