An Open Verdict by Mary Elizabeth Braddon — Read

BELLA SCRATCHELL, tripping to the Park one frosty morning, and entering Mrs. Piper's sitting-room, all beaming with smiles, like a small edition of Aurora, found the invalid in tears, and sniffing feebly at a bottle of aromatic vinegar.

‘Dear Mrs. Piper, have you had one of your bad headaches?'