and　sat　nestling　to　his　heart。
  〃Please　forgive　me　my　misconduct。　　I　have　not　been　a　dutiful
  daughter　ever　since　youbut　now　I　will。　　Kiss　me；　my　own　papa！
  There！　　Now　we　are　as　we　always　were。〃
  Then　she　purred　to　him　on　every　possible　topic　but　the　one　that　now
  filled　his　parental　heart；　and　bade　him　good…night　at　last　with　a
  cheerful　smile。
  Wyman　was　exact；　and　ten　minutes　afterwards　Dr。　Snell　drove　up　in　a
  carriage　and　pair。　　He　was　intercepted　in　the　hall　by　Wyman；　and；
  after　a　few　minutes'　conversation；　presented　to　Mr。　Lusignan。
  The　father　gave　vent　to　his　paternal　anxiety　in　a　few　simple　but
  touching　words；　and　was　proceeding　to　state　the　symptoms　as　he　had
  gathered　them　from　his　daughter；　but　Dr。　Snell　interrupted　him
  politely；　and　said　he　had　heard　the　principal　symptoms　from　Mr。
  Wyman。　　Then；　turning　to　the　latter；　he　said；　〃We　had　better
  proceed　to　examine　the　patient。〃
  〃Certainly；〃　said　Mr。　Lusignan。　　〃She　is　in　the　drawing…room；〃　and
  he　led　the　way；　and　was　about　to　enter　the　room；　when　Wyman
  informed　him　it　was　against　etiquette　for　him　to　be　present　at　the
  examination。
  〃Oh；　very　well！〃　said　he。　　〃Yes；　I　see　the　propriety　of　that。　　But
  oblige　me　by　asking　her　if　she　has　anything　on　her　mind。〃
  Dr。　Snell　bowed　a　lofty　assent；　for；　to　receive　a　hint　from　a
  layman　was　to　confer　a　favor　on　him。
  The　men　of　science　were　closeted　full　half　an　hour　with　the
  patient。　　She　was　too　beautiful　to　be　slurred　over；　even　by　a　busy
  doctor：　he　felt　her　pulse；　looked　at　her　tongue；　and　listened
  attentively　to　her　lungs；　to　her　heart；　and　to　the　organ　suspected
  by　Wyman。　　He　left　her　at　last　with　a　kindly　assurance　that　the
  case　was　perfectly　curable。
  At　the　door　they　were　met　by　the　anxious　father；　who　came　with
  throbbing　heart；　and　asked　the　doctors'　verdict。
  He　was　coolly　informed　that　could　not　be　given　until　the
  consultation　had　taken　place；　the　result　of　that　consultation　would
  be　conveyed　to　him。
  〃And　pray；　why　can't　I　be　present　at　the　consultation？　　The　grounds
  on　which　two　able　men　agree　or　disagree　must　be　well　worth
  listening　to。〃
  〃No　doubt；〃　said　Dr。　Snell；　〃but；〃　with　a　superior　smile；　〃my　dear
  sir；　it　is　not　the　etiquette。〃
  〃Oh；　very　well；〃　said　Lusignan。　　But　he　muttered；　〃So；　then；　a
  father　is　nobody！〃
  And　this　unreasonable　person　retired　to　his　study；　miserable；　and
  gave　up　the　dining…room　to　the　consultation。
  They　soon　rejoined　him。
  Dr。　Snell's　opinion　was　communicated　by　Wyman。　　〃I　am　happy　to　tell
  you　that　Dr。　Snell　agrees　with　me；　entirely：　the　lungs　are　not
  affected；　and　the　liver　is　congested；　but　not　diseased。〃
  〃Is　that　so；　Dr。　Snell？〃　asked　Lusignan；　anxiously。
  〃It　is　so；　sir。〃　　He　added；　〃The　treatment　has　been　submitted　to
  me；　and　I　quite　approve　it。〃
  He　then　asked　for　a　pen　and　paper；　and　wrote　a　prescription。　　He
  assured　Mr。　Lusignan　that　the　case　had　no　extraordinary　feature；
  whatever；　he　was　not　to　alarm　himself。　　Dr。　Snell　then　drove　away；
  leaving　the　parent　rather　puzzled；　but；　on　the　whole；　much
  comforted。
  And　here　I　must　reveal　an　extraordinary　circumstance。
  Wyman's　treatment　was　by　drugs。
  Dr。　Snell's　was　by　drugs。
  Dr。　Snell；　as　you　have　seen；　entirely　approved　Wyman's　treatment。
  His　own　had　nothing　in　common　with　it。　　The　Arctic　and　Antarctic
  poles　are　not　farther　apart　than　was　his　prescription　from　the
  prescription　he　thoroughly　approved。
  Amiable　science！　　In　which　complete　diversity　of　practice　did　not
  interfere　with　perfect　uniformity　of　opinion。
  All　this　was　kept　from　Dr。　Staines；　and　he　was　entirely　occupied　in
  trying　to　get　a　position　that　might　lead　to　fortune；　and　satisfy
  Mr。　Lusignan。　　He　called　on　every　friend　he　had；　to　inquire　where
  there　was　an　opening。　　He　walked　miles　and　miles　in　the　best
  quarters　of　London；　looking　for　an　opening；　he　let　it　be　known　in
  many　quarters　that　he　would　give　a　good　premium　to　any　physician
  who　was　about　to　retire；　and　would　introduce　him　to　his　patients。
  No：　he　could　hear　of　nothing。
  Then；　after　a　great　struggle　with　himself；　he　called　upon　his
  uncle；　Philip　Staines；　a　retired　M。D。；　to　see　if　he　would　do
  anything　for　him。　　He　left　this　to　the　last；　for　a　very　good
  reason：　Dr。　Philip　was　an　irritable　old　bachelor；　who　had　assisted
  most　of　his　married　relatives；　but；　finding　no　bottom　to　the　well；
  had　turned　rusty　and　crusty；　and　now　was　apt　to　administer　kicks
  instead　of　checks　to　all　who　were　near　and　dear　to　him。　　However；
  Christopher　was　the　old　gentleman's　favorite；　and　was　now
  desperate；　so　he　mustered　courage；　and　went。　　He　was　graciously
  receivedwarmly；　indeed。　　This　gave　him　great　hopes；　and　he　told
  his　tale。
  The　old　bachelor　sided　with　Mr。　Lusignan。　　〃What！〃　said　he；　〃do　you
  want　to　marry；　and　propagate　pauperism？　　I　thought　you　had　more
  sense。　　Confound　it　all　I　had　just　one　nephew　whose　knock　at　my
  street…door　did　not　make　me　tremble；　he　was　a　bachelor　and　a
  thinker；　and　came　for　a　friendly　chat；　the　rest　are　married　men；
  highwaymen；　who　come　to　say；　'Stand　and　deliver；'　and　now　even　you
  want　to　join　the　giddy　throng。　　Well；　don't　ask　me　to　have　any　hand
  in　it。　　You　are　a　man　of　promise；　and　you　might　as　well　hang　a
  millstone　round　your　neck　as　a　wife。　　Marriage　is　a　greater　mistake
  than　ever　now；　the　women　dress　more　and　manage　worse。　　I　met　your
  cousin　Jack　the　other　day；　and　his　wife　with　seventy　pounds　on　her
  back；　and　next　door　to　paupers。　　No；　whilst　you　are　a　bachelor；
  like　me；　you　are　my　favorite；　and　down　in　my　will　for　a　lump。　　Once
  marry；　and　you　join　the　noble　army　of　foot…pads；　leeches；　vultures；
  paupers；　gone　coons；　and　babblers　about　bratsand　I　disown　you。〃
  There　was　no　hope　from　old　Crusty。　　Christopher　left　him；　snubbed
  and　heart…sick。　　At　last　he　met　a　sensible　man；　who　made　him　see
  there　was　no　short　cut　in　that　profession。　　He　must　be　content　to
  play　the　up…hill　game；　must　settle　in　some　good　neighborhood；
  marry；　if　possible；　since　husbands　and　fathers　of　families　prefer
  married　physicians；　and　so　be　poor　at　thirty；　comfortable　at　forty；
  and　rich　at　fiftyperhaps。
  Then　Christopher　came　down　to　his　lodgings　at　Gravesend；　and　was
  very　unhappy；　and　after　some　days　of　misery；　he　wrote　a　letter　to
  Rosa　in　a　moment　of　impatience；　despondency；　and　passion。
  Rosa　Lusignan　got　worse　and　worse。　　The　slight　but　frequent
  hemorrhage　was　a　drain　upon　her　system；　and　weakened　her　visibly。
  She　began　to　lose　her　rich　complexion；　and　sometimes　looked　almost
  sallow；　and　a　slight　circle　showed　itself　under　her　eyes。　　These
  symptoms　were　unfavorable；　nevertheless；　Dr。　Snell　and　Mr。　Wyman
  accepted　them　cheerfully；　as　fresh　indications　that　nothing　was
  affected　but　the　liver；　they　multiplied　and　varied　their
  prescriptions；　the　malady　ignored　those　prescriptions；　and　went
  steadily　on。　　Mr。　Lusignan　was　terrified　but　helpless。　　Rosa
  resigned　and　reticent。
  But　it　was　not　in　human　nature　that　a　girl　of　this　age　could　always
  and　at　all　hours　be　mistress　of　herself。　　One　evening　in　particular
  she　stood　before　the　glass　in　the　drawing…room；　and　looked　at
  herself　a　long　time　with　horror。　　〃Is　that　Rosa　Lusignan？〃　said
  she；　aloud；　〃it　is　her　ghost。〃
  A　deep　groan　startled　her。　　She　turned；　it　was　her　father。　　She
  thought　he　was　fast　asleep；　and　so　indeed　he　had　been；　but　he　was
  just　awaking；　and　heard　his　daughter　utter　her　real　mind。　　It　was　a
  thunder…clap。　　〃Oh；　my　child！　what　shall　I　do？〃　he　cried。
  Then　Rosa　was　taken　by　surprise　in　her　turn。　　She　spoke　out。　　〃Send
  for　a　great　physician；　papa。　　Don't　let　us　deceive　ourselves；　it　is
  our　only　chance。〃
  〃I　will　ask　Mr。　Wyman　to　get　a　physician　down　from　London。〃
  〃No；　no；　that　is　no　use；　they　will　put　their　heads　together；　and　he
  will　say　whatever　Mr。　Wyman　tells　him。　　La！　papa；　a　clever　man　like
  you；　not　to　see　what　a　cheat　that　consultation　was。　　Why；　from　what
  you　told　me；　one　can　see　it　was　managed　so　that　Dr。　Snell　could　not
  possibly　have　an　opinion　of　his　own。　　No；　no　more　echoes　of　Mr。
  Chatterbox。　　If　you　really　want　to　cure　me；　send　for　Christopher
  Staines。〃
  〃Dr。　Staines！　he　is　very　young。〃
  〃But　he　is　very　clever；　and　he　is　not　an　echo。　　He　won't　care　how
  many　doctors　he　contradicts　when　I　am　in　danger。　　Papa；　it　is　your
  child's　one　chance。〃
  〃I'll　try　it；〃　said　the　old　man；　eagerly。　　〃How　confident　you　look！
  your　color　has　come　back。　　It　is　an　inspiration。　　Where　is　he？〃
  〃I　think　by　this　time　he　must　be　at　his　lodgings　in　Gravesend。
  Send　to　him　to…morrow　morning。〃
  〃Not　I！　　I'll　go　to　him　to…night。　　It　is　only　a　mile；　and　a　fine
  clear　night。〃
  〃My　own；　good；　kind　papa！　　Ah！　well；　come　what　may；　I　have　lived
  long　enough　to　be　loved。　　Yes；　dear　papa；　save　me。　　I　am　very　young
  to　die；　and　he　loves　me　so　dearly。〃
  The　old　man　bustled　away　to　put　on　something　warmer　for　his　night
  walk；　and　Rosa　leaned　back；　and　the　tears　welled　out　of　her　eyes；
  now　he　was　gone。
  Before　she　had　recovered　her　composure；　a　letter　was　brought　her；
  and　this　was　the　letter　from　Christopher　Staines；　alluded　to
  already。
  She　took　it　from　the　servant　with　averted　head；　not　wishing　it　to
  be　seen　she　had　been　crying；　and　she　started　at　the　handwriting；　it
  seemed　such　a　coincidence　that　it　should　come　just