prescription made up.






CHAPTER VI.

THE CURATE AND THE DOCTOR.





"There is something strange about that young man's illness," said
Faber, as soon as they had left the house. "I fancy you know more
than you can tell, and if so, then I have committed no indiscretion
in saying as much."

"Perhaps it might be an indiscretion to acknowledge as much
however," said the curate with a smile.

"You are right. I have not been long in the place," returned Faber,
"and you had no opportunity of testing me. But I am indifferent
honest as well as you, though I don't go you in everything."

"People would have me believe you don't go with me in anything."

"They say as much--do they?" returned Faber with some annoyance. "I