"I do," answered Adam, shortly; "but what then?"
"Thou dost?—I deny it. Here is a pin; stick it into this wax, man, where thou sayest the liver lies in the human frame."
Adam unsuspiciously obeyed.
"Well! the liver is there, eh? Ah, but where are the lungs?"
"Why, here."
"And the midriff?"
"Here, certes."
"Right!—thou mayest go now," said the friar, dryly. Adam disappeared through the aperture, and closed the panel.
"Now I know where the lungs, midriff, and liver are," said the friar to himself, "I shall get on famously. 'T is a useful fellow, that, or I should have had him hanged long ago!"
Adam did not remark on his re-entrance that his visitor, Hilyard, had disappeared, and the philosopher was soon reimmersed in the fiery interest of his thankless labours.