But if I did, I should dream of an Italian doctor." The door shut upon his red face and bright eyes.

I walked rapidly on down the street to the minister's house.

The light was very pale as yet, and house and garden lay beneath a veil of mist.

No one was stirring.

I went on through the gray wet paths to the stable, and roused Diccon.
"Saddle Black Lamoral quickly," I ordered.