At these words Feriz Beg arose with flashing eyes.
"She sent you to me! She! So she remembers me! She thinks of me sometimes, then."
"She sent you a letter through me."
Feriz Beg stretched out a tremulous hand.
"Where is the letter?"
"I flung it into the fire," interjected the doctor.
"How dared you do that?" exclaimed Feriz angrily.
But the doctor was not afraid.
"I am your doctor, and every letter injures your health."
"Panajot! you are an impertinent fellow!" thundered Feriz, with a face of inflamed purple; and he smote the table such a blow with his fist that all the medicine bottles tumbled off it.