"Can you tell me how many medical men you have in W——?"
Constance reflected; finally she said,
"I think there are seven, in all."
"Ah! all in practice?"
"Not all; two are retired, one is an invalid, doing but little."
"Thank you; and how many of them have assistants or students?"
"Only two, to my knowledge, Doctor Benoit and—Doctor Heath."
"And who are these young men—I suppose they are young men? Can you give me any information concerning them?"
"The young man with Doctor Benoit is a stranger to me, he comes, I believe, from one of the neighboring towns; the one with Doctor Heath," here, in spite of herself, Constance colored slightly, "is the son of one of our wealthiest citizens. He had, I believe, been reading a little in the city during the winter before Doctor Heath established himself here; since when he has remained in W——, and read in Doctor Heath's office, when it has suited him to do so; he is like many young men of great expectations."
"And his name?"