Poor Lucy Rivers by Bernard Capes — Read

The following story was told to a friend-with leave, conditionally, to make it public-by a well-known physician who died last year.

I was in Paul's type-writing exchange (says the professional narrator), seeing about some circulars I required, when a young lady came in bearing a box, the weight of which seemed to tax her strength severely. She was a very personable young woman, though looking ill, I fancied-in short, with those diathetic symptoms which point to a condition of hysteria. The manager, who had been engaged elsewhere, making towards me at the moment, I intimated to him that he should attend to the new-comer first. He turned to her.