And those other books--those piles of old plays--what good are they to a medical man ?" "None whatever!" he replied, cheerfully.

"Sell them at Sherton for what they will fetch." "And those dreadful old French romances, with their horrid spellings of 'filz' and 'ung' and 'ilz' and 'mary' and 'ma foy ?'" "You haven't been reading them, Grace ?" "Oh no--I just looked into them, that was all." "Make a bonfire of 'em directly you get home.

I meant to do it myself.
I can't think what possessed me ever to collect them.

I have only a few professional hand-books now, and am quite a practical man.

I am in hopes of having some good news to tell you soon, and then do you think you could--come to me again ?" "I would rather you did not press me on that just now," she replied, with some feeling.