And she a Sister of Charity! I don't understand." "Your story has interested me deeply, doctor.

You have my most sincere wishes for success; and if I can in any way assist you, don't hesitate to call upon me." "I believe you mean every word of it, and from my heart I thank you.

I must leave you now, to seek the house in the Strada Mezzodi--the house that may reveal much or little." At this moment the others enter; fortune has been kind to allow the conversation to reach its legitimate end, and John, with a pleasant word for Aunt Gwen and her husband, and only a peculiar look for the Briton, hurries out.
In five minutes more he comes down stairs, ready for the street.

To his surprise he is stopped near the door by some one he knows--Philander Sharpe, wearing a ridiculous helmet hat, as becomes a traveler.
"Pardon me, but I'm in a hurry," he says, as the other plucks his sleeve.
"Oh! yes; but I'm going with you, Chicago," pipes the little professor, shutting one eye and nodding in a very knowing manner.
"But I'm not off to paint the town red," says John, believing the other thinks it is his intention to see the sights of Malta's capital by night--"I have an engagement." "In the Strada Mezzodi; eh ?" "Thunder; how did you guess it ?" ejaculates the man of medicine, astonished beyond measure.
"I am not a guesser.

I know what I know, and a dused sight more than some people think, especially my beloved wife, Gwendolin." "What do you know--come to the point ?" "First, all about your past, and the trouble in the Craig family." "Confusion! and you never told me you had ever heard of me before?
This explains the manner in which you seemed to study me at times on the steamer," reproachfully.
"Just so.