'Montmorenci.
'P.S. Excuse tender language, as I am in haste.'
This dear letter I placed in my bosom: and when I begged of the farmer to let me have a little money, he took out his pocket-book.
'Here, my darling,' said he, 'here are notes to the tune of a hundred pounds, that you may pay all you owe, and purchase whatever baubles and finery you like. This is what you get for discarding that swindler, and promising to return home with old dad.'
Soon afterwards, our hero came back, and told us that his interview had proved unsuccessful. It was therefore determined that we should all repair to the Doctor's (for Wilkinson would not go without me), and off we set in a hired coach. On our arrival, we were shewn into a parlour, and after some minutes of anxious suspense, the Doctor, a thin little figure, with a shrivelled face and bushy wig, came humming into the room.
Wilkinson being introduced, the Doctor commenced operations, by trying the state of his brain.
'Any news to-day, Mr. Wilkinson?' said he.
'Very bad news for me, Sir,' replied Wilkinson, sullenly.
'I mean public news,' said the Doctor.
'A private grievance ought to be considered of public moment,' said Wilkinson.