“‘I wish to see Dr. C.,’ I replied, changing my voice slightly.
“‘He’s in, jist. It never rains but it pours. Himself it is that has a bully crowd of patients the day; but coome in.’
“He did not recognize me—that was certain; so I followed, and was led through a labyrinth of rooms and halls, as before, and ushered into a small room, where the polite and loquacious Pat offered me a chair, and giving the right earlock a pull and his left foot a slip back, he said, with his broadest grin and most murderous English,—
“‘I’ll be shpaking the doctor to come to yeze at once intirely.’
“‘But he has others with whom he is engaged, you said but a moment ago.’
“‘Ah, yeze niver mind. Theyze ben’t gintlemen like yerself, if yeze do come disguised;’ and with a ‘whist’ he tip-toed across the room, applied his ear to the keyhole of the door a moment, and returned in the same manner.
“‘It’s all right; now I’ll go for the doctor;’ but still he lingered.
“‘Well, why the d——l don’t you go?’ I said, impatiently.
“‘Ah, gintlemen always come disguised to see Dr. A.—no—Dr. B., I mean.’
“‘’Tis Dr. C. I asked for,’ I interrupted.