After a little more consideration in the same strain, Mr. Gibson went
and sat down at the writing-table and wrote the following formula:--

_Master Coxe_

('That "master" will touch him to the quick,' said Mr. Gibson to
himself as he wrote the word.)

Rx Verecundiae ounce i
Fidelitatis Domesticae ounce i
Reticentiae gr iij.

M. Capiat hanc dosim ter die in aqua pura.

R. GIBSON, _Ch._

Mr. Gibson smiled a little sadly as he re-read his words. 'Poor
Jeanie,' he said aloud. And then he chose out an envelope, enclosed the
fervid love-letter, and the above prescription; sealed it with his own
sharply-cut seal-ring, R. G., in Old-English letters, and then paused
over the address.

'He'll not like _Master_ Coxe outside; no need to put him to
unnecessary shame.' So the direction on the envelope was--
_Edward Coxe, Esq._

Then Mr. Gibson applied himself to the professional business which had
brought him home so opportunely and unexpectedly, and afterwards he
went back through the garden to the stables; and just as he had mounted