He did not deem it advisable to call the following day; but at about half-past seven in the evening he presented himself on the succeeding one. The doctor was in, and the boy who answered the bell showed him into the surgery.
“Ah—it’s you. Sit down, my man, and I’ll attend to you presently.”
The gipsy seated himself.
“Well,” said the doctor, after the boy had left, “so you are here again. I hope you have been conducting yourself in a proper and discreet manner.”
“I’ve done my best, sir; but it’s hard lines with those who cannot get anything to do. I don’t mind what it is, so long as I can earn an honest living.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that. But, you see, my man, I am afraid you have lost your character—is that not so?”
“I won’t deny it, sir—I have.”
“Yes; by dishonest practices. Eh?”
“I don’t deny that. I have been in trouble.”
“Ah, I thought so. Have you brought that certificate?”