On his way down stairs he was met by Woodward, who said, "Well, doctor, is there any chance of my dear brother's recovery ?" "It is beyond a chance now, Mr.Wood-ward; he is out of danger; and although his convalescence will be slow, it will be sure." "Thank God," said the cold-blooded hypocrite; "I have never heard intelligence more gratifying.

My mother is in the withdrawing-room, and desired me to say that she wishes to speak with you.

Of course it is about my brother; and I am glad that you can make so favorable a report of him." On going down he found Mrs.Lindsay alone, and having taken a seat and made his daily report, she addressed him as follows: "Doctor, you have taken a great weight off my mind by your account of my son's certain recovery." "I can say with confidence, as I have already said to his anxious brother, madam, that it is certain, although it will be slow.

He is out of danger at last.

The wound is beginning to cicatrize, and generates laudable pus.