The Doctor addressed mine hostess of the _Concordia_ as "thou," and with magnificent disdain refused to hear her excuses; she, the stout, noisy woman, who ruled her own underlings with contemptuous rigour, was all subservience before this social superior, and whined to him for pardon.

"What water is this ?" asked Dr.Sculco, sternly, taking up the corked jar that stood on the floor.

The hostess replied that it was drinking water, purchased with good money.

Thereupon he poured out a little, held it up to the light, and remarked in a matter-of-fact tone, "I don't believe you." However, in a few minutes peace was restored, and the Doctor prescribed anew.

After he had talked about quinine and cataplasms, he asked me whether I had any appetite.