She was just like a child, laughing, and pleased at getting married, and with all her finery, perhaps,--or at getting rid of her lessons with the old women may be,--and the thought of babies of her own.

Who knows what a girl thinks of ?" said the doctor, harshly.

"I didn't see her again for a long time after.

But then I came down; the Brawnton doctor was getting old, and it was a question whether I should succeed him or go on in London, where I was doing well enough.

And--and I came here," said the doctor, abruptly.
John nodded again.