Though Winterbones wrote it, he did it in such a way he did not know what he was writing." The doctor sat a while longer, still looking at the counterpane, and then got up to depart.

"I'll see you again soon," said he; "to-morrow, probably." "To-morrow!" said Sir Roger, not at all understanding why Dr Thorne should talk of returning so soon.

"To-morrow! why I ain't so bad as that, man, am I?
If you come so often as that you'll ruin me." "Oh, not as a medical man; not as that; but about this will, Scatcherd.

I must think if over; I must, indeed." "You need not give yourself the least trouble in the world about my will till I'm dead; not the least.

And who knows--maybe, I may be settling your affairs yet; eh, doctor?
looking after your niece when you're dead and gone, and getting a husband for her, eh?
Ha! ha! ha!" And then, without further speech, the doctor went his way..