I'm going to take a holiday!" After working incessantly--never leaving his laboratory; eating at his dreadful table; snatching an hour's rest occasionally on the floor--he had completed a series of experiments, with results on which he could absolutely rely.

He had advanced by one step nearer towards solving that occult problem in brain disease, which had thus far baffled the investigations of medical men throughout the civilised world.

If his present rate of progress continued, the lapse of another month might add his name to the names that remain immortal among physicians, in the Annals of Discovery.
So completely had his labours absorbed his mind that he only remembered the letters which Mrs.Gallilee had left with him, when he finished his breakfast on Sunday morning.

Upon examination, there appeared no allusion in Ovid's correspondence to the mysterious case of illness which he had attended at Montreal.

The one method now left, by which Benjulia could relieve the doubt that still troubled him, was to communicate directly with his friend in Canada.