"I know--I know--you need not fear me. You are too modest. What I would
request is, that you would prescribe for me, as I have no great opinion
of your master's talents."

"If you wish it, madam," said I, bowing respectfully.

"You have camphor julep ready made up, have you not?"

"Yes, madam," replied I.

"Then do me the favour to send the boy with a bottle to my house
directly." I handed down the bottle, she paid for it, and putting it
into Timothy's hands, desired him to take it to the direction which she
gave him. Timothy put on his hat, cocked his eye at me, and left us
alone.

"What is your name?" said she, in the same melodious voice.

"Japhet Newland, madam," replied I.

"Japhet--it is a good, a scriptural name," said the lady, musirg in half
soliloquy. "Newland--that sounds of mammon."

"This mystery is unravelled," thought I, and I was right in my
conjectures. "She is some fanatical methodist;" but I looked at her
again, and her dress disclaimed the idea, for in it there was much taste
displayed.

"Who gave you that name?" said she, after a pause.