But the old gentleman was very fond of his pupil, and had ordered him, Pliryx, to go to Olympus, who, ever since he could remember, had been the family physician.
"The Queen's leech ?" asked Gorgias, disapprovingly, and when the slave assented, the architect exclaimed in a positive tone: "It is not right to force the old man out of doors in such a north wind.

Age is not specially considerate to age.

Now that the statues stand yonder, I can leave my post for half an hour and will go with you.

I don't think a leech is needed to drive out these demons." "True, my lord, true!" cried the slave, "but Olympus is our friend.

He visits few patients, but he will come to our house in any weather.