"Here has been," he said, "a violent and sudden shock on the
nerves. I must know how it has happened."
Lady Bothwell admitted they had visited the conjurer, and that
Lady Forester had received some bad news respecting her husband,
Sir Philip.
"That rascally quack would make my fortune, were he to stay in
Edinburgh," said the graduate; "this is the seventh nervous case
I have heard of his making for me, and all by effect of terror."
He next examined the composing draught which Lady Bothwell had
unconsciously brought in her hand, tasted it, and pronounced it
very germain to the matter, and what would save an application to
the apothecary. He then paused, and looking at Lady Bothwell
very significantly, at length added, "I suppose I must not ask
your ladyship anything about this Italian warlock's proceedings?"
"Indeed, doctor," answered Lady Bothwell, "I consider what passed
as confidential; and though the man may be a rogue, yet, as we
were fools enough to consult him, we should, I think, be honest
enough to keep his counsel."
"MAY be a knave! Come," said the doctor, "I am glad to hear your
ladyship allows such a possibility in anything that comes from
Italy."
"What comes from Italy may be as good as what comes from Hanover,
doctor.
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