If it's a patient, ask him in, by all means, and give him last Saturday week's _Times_ to read, while I rub the rust off my forceps.

There, that will do; take your tray--or, stop; I've some news to tell you." He rose, and stood with his back to the fire and his eyes bent upon the hearthrug, while Mrs.Woolper waited by the table, with the tray packed ready for removal.

Her master kept her waiting so for some minutes, and then turned his face half away from her, and contemplated himself absently in the glass while he spoke.
"You remember Mrs.Halliday ?" he asked.
"I should think I did, sir; Miss Georgina Cradock that was--Miss Georgy they called her; your first sweetheart.

And how she could ever marry that big awkward Halliday is more than I can make out.

Poor fondy! I suppose she was took with those great round blue eyes and red whiskers of his." "Her mother and father were 'took' by his comfortable farmhouse and well-stocked farm, Nancy," answered Mr.Sheldon, still contemplating himself in the glass.