Mrs. Henry Wood,
Johnny Ludlow, Fourth Series
“ Francis Radcliffe did not die here. He went away a twelvemonth ago, cured.”“Goodness bless me!” cried the Squire, staggering back to a chair when he had fully taken in the sense of the words, and staring about him like a real maniac. “It cannot be. I must have come to the wrong place.”“This is Dale House, and I am Dr. Dale. Mr. Francis Radcliffe was under my charge for some months: I can’t tell exactly how many without referring to my books; seven or eight, I think; and he then left, cured, or nearly so.”“Johnny, hand me my handkerchief; it’s in my hat. I can’t make top or tail of this.” ”
