The _us_ reminded me that we shared profits on these occasions, and I
offered Timothy his half; but Tim, with all his _espièglerie_ was not
selfish, and he stoutly refused to take his share. He dubbed me an M.D.,
and said I had beat Mr Cophagus already, for he had never taken a
physician's fee.

"I cannot understand it, Timothy," said I, after a few minutes' thought.

"I can," replied Timothy. "She has looked in at the window until she has
fallen in love with your handsome face; that's it, depend upon it." As I
could find no other cause, and Tim's opinion was backed by my own
vanity, I imagined that such must be the case. "Yes, 'tis so," continued
Timothy, "as the saying is, there's money bid for you."

"I wish that it had not been by so ill-favoured a person, at all events,
Tim," replied I; "I cannot return her affection."

"Never mind that, so long as you don't return the money."

The next evening she made her appearance, bought, as before, a bottle of
camphor julep--sent Timothy home with it, and asking my advice, paid me
another guinea.

"Really, madam," said I, putting it back towards her, "I am not entitled
to it."

"Yes, you are," replied she. "I know you have no friends, and I also
know that you deserve them. You must purchase books, you must study, or
you never will be a great man." She then sat down, entered into