You mean their son, I presume." "Ted, the chap that has traveled and come home so changed.

They do say he's actually taken to visiting all the rheumatic old women in town, applying sticking-plasters to their backs and administering squills to their children, all free gratis." Poor doctor! How he fidgeted, moving so often that his tormentor demurely asked him if he were sitting on a thistle or what! "Does Miss Johnson remain here ?" the doctor asked at last, and Mr.
Liston replied by telling what he knew of the arrangements.
At the mention of Worthington the doctor looked up quickly.

Whom had he known by that name, or where had he heard it before?
"Mrs.Worthington, Mrs.Worthington," he repeated, unpleasant memories of something, he knew not what, rising to his mind.

"Is he living in this vicinity ?" "In Elmwood.

It's a widow and her daughter," Mr.Liston answered, wisely resolving to say nothing of a young man, lest the doctor should feel anxious.
"A widow and her daughter! I must be mistaken in thinking I ever knew any one by that name, though it seems strangely familiar," said the doctor, and as by this time he had heard all he wished to hear, he arose, and bidding Mr.Liston good-morning walked away in no enviable frame of mind.
Looking at his watch the doctor found that it lacked several hours yet ere the express from Boston was due.