‘Lord Giantdale’s; but why did not you tell us there, you naughty man, that you were the phyſician of the wells?’—‘Ah! doctor!’ interrupted Miſs Harriet, ‘I verily believe you have cut my vein through and through: my foot gives me ſuch pain, that I muſt e’en hobble by the help of a crutch, and am terribly afraid I ſhall not be in a condition to dance this ſeaſon.’ The doctor ſtarted in ſurprize, then pauſed to conſider; but could not recollect ever to have ſeen the ladies before. ‘You muſt doubtleſs,’ he replied with a ſimper, ‘miſtake me, ladies, for ſome other perſon. I really have not the honour of being perſonally known to you. My Lord Giantdale is not among my acquaintance; and during the ſeaſon I never on any account ſtir from this place.’ The Counteſs was at a loſs to conceive the meaning of the doctor’s ſtrenuous denial of himſelf: at laſt ſhe concluded it muſt be with an intention very contrary to the practice
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