"And the fruit," said Anthony, "a depressed achenium."
"Quite right," said the apothecary, pleasure in his face. "Quite right."
Dr. King laughed.
"So," said he, to Anthony, "you, too, have been inducted into the mysteries of Hygeia."
"If his life had not been ordered differently," said Christopher, with regret, "he would have been an excellent apothecary." Then, suddenly: "Why, what am I thinking of? Dr. King, this is a nephew of a very close friend of yours—Mr. Anthony Stevens."
The physician looked at the young man in surprise; then he held out his hand.
"I am glad to see you," said he. "I also knew your father quite well—and your mother. Have you been long in the city?"
"Since yesterday, only," replied Anthony.
"Have you seen your uncle?"
"No. I did visit his counting-house, but he was not there."