That's what I come for." With that the young man pulled, with distressed fumblings and jerks, a bottle from his pocket, which he handed to the doctor, who had in the meantime opened the door of one of the cupboards.
The doctor took a large bottle from the cupboard, and filled from that the one which the young man had brought.

Jerome stood trembling, watching the careful gurgling of a speckled green liquid from one bottle to another.

A strange new odor filled the room, overpowering all the others.
When the doctor gave the bottle to the young man, he shoved it carefully away in his pocket again, and then stood coloring more deeply and hesitating.
"Can ye take your pay in wood for this and the last two lots ?" he murmured at length, so low that Jerome scarcely heard him.
But the doctor never lowered nor raised his incisive, high-bred voice for any man.

His reply left no doubt of the question.

"No, Mr.
Upham," said Doctor Prescott.