`Sillyfools-liketwochildren！’Arabellawhisperedtoherselfmorosely，assherejoinedhercompanions，withwhomshepreservedapreoccupiedsilence。
AnnymeanwhilehadjokinglyremarkedtoVilbertonArabella’shankeringinterestinherfirsthusband。
`Now，’saidthephysiciantoArabella，apart；`doyouwantanythingsuchasthis，Mrs。Cartlett？Itisnotcompoundedoutofmyregularpharmacopoeia，butIamsometimesaskedforsuchathing。’Heproducedasmallphialofclearliquid。`Alove-philtre，suchaswasusedbytheancientswithgreateffect。Ifounditoutbystudyoftheirwritings，andhaveneverknownittofail。’
`Whatisitmadeof？’askedArabellacuriously。
`Well-adistillationofthejuicesofdoves’hearts-otherwisepigeons’-isoneoftheingredients。Ittooknearlyahundredheartstoproducethatsmallbottlefull。’