"My dear physician!" cries Miss Flite. "My meritorious, distinguished, honourable officer!" She uses some odd expressions, but is as cordial and full of heart as sanity itself can be--more so than it often is. Allan, very patient with her, waits until she has no more raptures to express, then points out Jo, trembling in a doorway, and tells her how he comes there.
"Where can I lodge him hereabouts for the present? Now, you have a fund of knowledge and good sense and can advise me."

"My dear physician!" cries Miss Flite. "My distinguished, honourable officer!" Allan patiently waits until she has no more raptures to express, then points out Jo, trembling in a doorway, and tells her how he comes there.
"Where can I lodge him hereabouts for the present? You have a fund of knowledge and good sense and can advise me."
