Yes, it is as I thought," glancing towards the mantel.
"Oh, Doctor, that reminds me; what is O-t-a-r-d, pray ?" "Otard is poison." "Shocking." "Yes, and I think I had best remove it from the room forthwith," replied the sage, in a business-like manner putting the bottle under his arm; "I hope you never use Cologne, do you ?" "What--what is that, Doctor ?" "I see.

You never heard of the senseless luxury--a wise ignorance.

You smelt flowers upon your mountains.

You won't want this, either;" and the Cologne bottle was put under the other arm.

"Candle--you'll want that.
Soap--you want soap.