WHAT DOCTOR STURK BROUGHT TO MIND, AND ALL THAT DOCTOR TOOLE HEARD AT MR.

LUKE GAMBLE'S.
Just as he reached Sturk's door, wagging his head and strutting grimly--and, palpably, still in debate with Dirty Davy--his thoughts received a sudden wrench in a different direction by the arrival of Mr.
Justice Lowe, who pulled up his famous gray hunter at the steps of the house by the church-yard.
'You see, Doctor Toole, it won't do, waiting.

The thing's too momentous.' And so they walked up stairs and into the drawing-room, and sent their compliments to Mrs.Sturk, who came down in _deshabille_, with her things pinned about her, and all over smiles.

Poor little woman! Toole had not observed until now how very thin she had grown.
'He's going on delightfully, gentlemen; he drank a whole cup of tea, weak of course, Doctor Toole, as you bid me; and he eat a slice of toast, and liked it, and two Naples biscuits, Mr.Lowe, and I know he'll be delighted to see you.' 'Very good, Madam, _very_ good,' said Toole.
'And he's looking better already.

He waked out of that sweet sleep not ten minutes after you left this morning.' 'Ay, he was sleeping very quietly,' said Toole to Lowe.