CHAPTER XXVIII.
MISS DEBORAH'S ASTONISHMENT.
One dark morning, near the beginning of November--in fact, it was the first morning of that gloomy month--Jan was busy in the surgery.

Jan was arranging things there according to his own pleasure; for Dr.West had departed that morning early, and Jan was master of the field.
Jan had risen betimes.

Never a sluggard, he had been up now for some hours, and had effected so great a metamorphosis in the surgery that the doctor himself would hardly have known it again: things in it previously never having been arranged to Jan's satisfaction.

And now he was looking at his watch to see whether breakfast time was coming on, Jan's hunger reminding him that it might be acceptable.

He had not yet been into the house; his bedroom now being the room you have heard of, the scene of Dr.West's lost prescription.