The doctor seized the glass, raised his head, poured the wine down his throat, and let his head fall back on the pillow again.

Tenderly wiping his beard, and bidding the princess good night in paternal tones, he then took his leave.

Curdie would gladly have driven his pick into his head, but that was not in his commission, and he let him go.

The little round man looked very carefully to his feet as he crossed the threshold.
'That attentive fellow of a page has removed the mat,' he said to himself, as he walked along the corridor.

'I must remember him.'.