"A halfpenny in mine," said Tim.

"A guinea in mine," replied I.

We opened our hands, and they were _empty_.

"Where the devil is it?" exclaimed I, looking at Tim.

"And where the devil's the doctor?" replied he, looking round.

"The money is in the doctor's pocket," replied the man, smiling.

"Then where is the doctor's pocket?"

"Here," replied he, slapping his pocket, and looking significantly at
us. "I thought you were certain of knowing him again. About as certain
as you were of telling the money in your hand."

He then, to our astonishment, imitated the doctor's voice, and quoted
_prosody syntax, and Latin_. Timothy and I were still in astonishment,
when he continued, "If I had not found out that you were in want of
employ, and further, that your services would be useful to me, I should
not have made this discovery. Do you now think that you know enough to
enter into my service? It is light work, and not bad pay; and now you
may choose."

"I trust," said I, "that there is no dishonesty?"

"None that you need practise, if you are so scrupulous; perhaps your