On entering the doctor’s office, Laure found him examining Bela’s eye, or rather the part of the face that once contained that valuable organ.
“How do, Doctor,” said Laure; “how are you, Bela? Now that you are well, why do you not return to your mistress?”
“Missy don’t want see Bela now he got only one eye.”
“We’ll see about that,” said Dr Fox. “Glad you came in, Laure. I was about experimenting on the boy’s eye. We’ll see if we can’t send you back to your mistress with a new optic!”
As he said this he lifted Bela’s eyelid, and in another second the boy stood before the men with two eyes in his head, though one was but a glass eye.
“Hello!” said Laure, “what hinders you now from going home to your mistress? You are nearly as good-looking as you ever were! By the way, Doctor I wish you would drop in and see Mrs Laure. She does not look well.”
“Sorry to hear that,” said the doctor. “I will call there this morning and take Bela with me.” The two men exchanged a few more words and then parted. Some hours later Bela, accompanied by the doctor, entered his old home dressed in a most fantastic costume, and expressed, in his peculiar way, the greatest joy at seeing his mistress, who was well pleased to receive him again. She greeted the doctor cordially, and was curious about this new eye of Bela’s.
“How did you ever do it?” she asked.
Pleased to see her interested, the doctor slipped the shell that so skilfully simulated the destroyed organ of sight, and showed her how it was inserted.
“It is easy enough. You could do it yourself,” said he.