CHAPTER XXXII.
A RISING STAR.
It had been many a day since Dr. Sevier had felt such pleasure as thrilled him when Richling, half beside himself with delight, ran in upon him with the news that he had found employment. Narcisse, too, was glad. He slipped down from his stool and came near enough to contribute his congratulatory smiles, though he did not venture to speak. Richling nodded him a happy how-d’ye-do, and the Creole replied by a wave of the hand.
In the Doctor’s manner, on the other hand, there was a decided lack of response that made Richling check his spirits and resume more slowly,—
“Do you know a man named Reisen?”
“No,” said the Doctor.
“Why, he says he knows you.”
“That may be.”
“He says you treated his wife one night when she was very ill”—
“What name?”