He examined the pustule, which had greatly increased in size, and turning away, muttered, "I can do nothing for her." "At least make the attempt," implored Mrs.Batley.

"She is the Countess of Rochester.

You shall be well rewarded--and if you cure her, the earl will make your fortune." "If his lordship would change stations with me, I could not cure her," replied Sibbald.

"Let me look at her again," he added, examining the pustule.

"There is a strange appearance about this tumour.