you; and she will die, you say, unless she has change." Then hesitating,
and turning very red, Hetty stammered, "I can pay you any thing--which
would be necessary to compensate you: we have money enough." Dr. Eben
bowed, and answered with some asperity:

"The patients that I had hesitancy about leaving are patients who pay me
nothing. It is not in the least a question of money, Miss Gunn."

"Forgive me," exclaimed Hetty, "I did not know--I thought--"

"Your thought was a perfectly natural one, Miss Gunn," interrupted
the doctor, pitying her confusion. "I have never had need to make my
profession a source of income: I have no ambition to be rich; and, as
I am alone in the world, I can afford to do what many other physicians
could not."

"When can you tell if you could go?" continued Hetty, not apparently
hearing what the doctor had said.

"She only thinks of me as she would of a chair or a carriage which would
make her friend more comfortable," thought the doctor; "and why should
she think of me in any other way," he added, impatient with himself for
the selfish thought.

"To-morrow," said he, curtly. "If I can go, I will; and there is no time
to be lost."

Hetty nodded her head, but did not speak another word: she was too near
crying; and to have cried in the presence of Dr. Eben Williams would
have mortified Hetty to the core.