on and put
her into the conscious, impressible, passive state, in which his will
was hers. She moved to the other side of the dark hall in such a state
of mind that she could hardly have told whether the magnetism of her
brain was in the cerebrum or in the cerebellum or in a state of
oscillation between the two.

"Aunt Hannah," called Millard, "open the door."

The bolt was shoved back by Mrs. Martin. Millard opened the door a
little way, holding the knob firmly in his right hand. Mrs. Martin stood
well out of sight behind the door, from an undefined fear of getting in
range of Miss Bowyer, whose calm bullying had put Mrs. Martin into some
impassive state not laid down in works on Christian Science.

"Give me Miss Bowyer's hat and cloak," said Millard.

The things were passed out by Mrs. Martin, who, in doing so, exposed
nothing but her right hand to the enemy, while Charley took them in his
left and passed them to Miss Bowyer.

"Now remember," he said, closing the door and holding it until he heard
the bolt shoved to its place again, "if you know what is good for you,
you will not make the slightest movement in this case."

"But you will not refuse me my fee," she said. "You have put me out of a
case that would have been worth ten or twenty dollars. I shall expect
you to pay me something."

Millard hesitated. It might be better not to provoke her too far; but on
the other hand, he could not suppress his indignation on his aunt's
behalf so far as to give her money.

"Send me your bill, made out explicitly for medical services in this
case. Address the cashier of the Bank of Manhadoes. I will pay you if
your bill is regularly made out."

Miss Bowyer went down the stairs and into the street. But the more she
thought of it the more she was convinced that this demand for a regular
bill for medical services from a non-registered practitioner concealed
some new device to entrap her. She had had enough of that young man
up-stairs, and, much as she disliked the alternative, she thought it
best to let her fee go uncollected, unless she could some day collect
it quietly from the head of the Martin family. Her magnetism had never
before been so much out of harmony with every sort of odylic emanation
in the universe as at this moment.

XXXIV.

DOCTORS AND LOVERS.

Faint from the all-night strain upon her feelings, Phillida returned to
her home from the Graydon to find her mother and sister at breakfast.

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