He looked at her and her mother, and blushed, and stood irresolute,
awaiting their commands. This sudden contrast to his petulance with his
own sex paved the way. "You have a sad headache, sir," said Mrs. Dodd;
"oblige me by trying my salts."

He thanked her in a low voice.

"And, mamma," inquired Julia, "ought he to sit in the sun?"

"Certainly not. You had better sit there, sir, and profit by our shade
and our parasols."

"Yes, mamma, but you know the real place where he ought to be is Bed."

"Oh, pray don't say that," implored the patient.

But Julia continued, with unabated severity, "And that is where he would
go this minute, if I was his mamma."

"Instead of his junior, and a stranger," said Mrs. Dodd, somewhat coldly,
dwelling with a very slight monitory emphasis on the "stranger."

Julia said nothing, but drew in perceptibly, and was dead silent ever
after.

"Oh, madam!" said Hardie eagerly, "I do not dispute her authority, nor
yours. You have a right to send me where you please, after your kindness
in noticing my infernal head, and doing me the honour to speak to me, and
lending me this. But if I go to bed, my head will be my master. Besides,