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Miss Day: But, doctor, if you live so far away, wouldn't it be much quicker to get the medicine from a chemist's?

Doctor: Mademoiselle, this is a very special medicine of my own, and it will be much quicker for you to go to my house for it. You may trust me, mademoiselle, that I will do the very best for you. Now I must write a note to my wife, giving her instructions, and then I will get a cab that will take you to my house, and afterwards bring you back here with the medicine.
The doctor wrote a note, gave it to the girl, and having got a cab for her, gave the driver instructions. The girl was very impatient, especially as the cab seemed to crawl along as slowly as possible. She got the idea that the doctor's house was at the very end of the world. Several times she thought that the cab was going in the wrong direction, for when she looked out of the window, she was certain that they were going along streets that they had already been through once. At last, however, the cab stopped in front of a house. The girl got out and rang the bell. She had to ring the bell several times before the door was opened.
Miss Day: Good morning! I am Miss Day. I have a note from Mr. Dupont.
Mrs. Dupont: Good morning, mademoiselle, please come inside and sit down. I am Mrs. Dupont. I will see what my husband has to say. (She reads the note.) I will attend to it at once, mademoiselle, but it will take some time to prepare the medicine. Won't you sit down until it is ready.

Feel like running = want to run Wait on = continue to wait

ning back to her mother without the medicine, but having come so far for it, she waited on. She was surprised to hear the telephone ring, because she remembered the doctor's words, that he had not got one. The long wait brought tears to her eyes as she thought of her mother lying in

The wait seemed to have no end. Hundreds of times she got up from her chair and walked to the door of the room and then went back and sat down again. Sometimes, she felt like runbed at the hotel, waiting for her. At last, however, the medicine was ready, and she went out to the cab. The drive back to the hotel was even slower than the drive out, and when they got back

to the centre of the town. the cab driver stopped outside a hotel that was unknown to her. She now felt certain that something was wrong. A few yards away she noticed a young man, who to judge by his clothes could not be anything else but English, and although modest by nature, she jumped out of the cab and ran up to him.
Miss Day: Excuse me for addressing a per- fect stranger, but you are English, aren't you?
Stranger (with cordiality): Oh yes, I'm English all right. You look worried. Can I help you in any way?
Miss Day: My name is Miss Day. My mother and I are staying at the Crillon. As she wasn't very well this morning, I got the hotel doctor to see her. He told me that it was serious, and sent me off to his house at the other end of Paris to fetch some medicine for her. I just don't understand things. The doctor gave the driver instructions, and he drove as slowly as possible, very often driving, I am sure, in the wrong direction, for we drove up several streets more than once. Then I had to wait for ages at the doctor's house,
For ages
[eidgiz] = for a very long time

while the medicine was prepared. The doctor said that he couldn't phone his wife as he had no phone, but while I was waiting, heard the telephone ring in the next room. Then on the way back, the driver drove slower than ever, and now instead of taking me back to the Crillon, he has brought me here. I just can't understand it all.