who was turning over a manuscript with much earnestness at one of the
lustres; thence to Remarkable, who stood, with her arms demurely
folded before her, surveying, with a look of admiration and envy, the
dress and beauty of the young lady; and from her to Benjamin, who,
with his feet standing wide apart, and his arms akimbo, was balancing
his square little body with the indifference of one who is accustomed
to wounds and bloodshed. All of these seemed to be unhurt, and the
operator began to breathe more freely; but, before he had time to take
a second look, the Judge, advancing, shook him kindly by the hand, and
spoke.

“Thou art welcome, my good sir, quite welcome, indeed; here is a youth
whom I have unfortunately wounded in shooting a deer this evening, and
who requires some of thy assistance.”

“Shooting at a deer, ‘Duke,” interrupted Richard— “shooting at a deer.
Who do you think can prescribe, unless he knows the truth of the case?
It is always so with some people; they think a doctor can be deceived
with the same impunity as another man.”

“Shooting at a deer, truly,” returned the Judge, smiling, “although it
is by no means certain that I did not aid in destroying the buck; but
the youth is injured by my hand, be that as it may; and it is thy
skill that must cure him, and my pocket shall amply reward thee for
it.”

“Two ver good tings to depend on,” observed Monsieur Le Quoi, bowing
politely, with a sweep of his head to the Judge and to the
practitioner.