"After paying a visit in the Corraterie, where I have an appointment on Saturday evening next between late and early, I will be with you.

But the mixture with the necessary directions shall be sent to you twelve hours in advance, so that before my visit you may experience its good effects.

As surely as the wrong potion in the case you wot of deprived of reason, so surely (as I hope for salvation) will this potion have the desired effect.
"The Physician of Aleppo." "Saturday next, between late and early!" Blondel muttered, gazing at the words with fascinated eyes.

"It is for the day after to-morrow! The day after to-morrow!" And in his thoughts he passed again over the road he had travelled since his first visit to Basterga's room, since the hour when the scholar had unrolled before him the map of the town he called "Aurelia," and had told him the story of Ibn Jasher and the Physician of Aleppo.
"No, I am not well," he answered.

He sat, warmly wrapped up, in the high chair in his parlour, his face so drawn with want of sleep that Captain Blandano of the city guard, who had come to take his orders, had no difficulty in believing him.