skeleton hands over his mouth, and the other resting on the Doctor’s table.

The Doctor sat in his study chair, covering his face with his hands. Mr. Wickfield, sorely troubled and distressed, was leaning forward, irresolutely touching the Doctor’s arm.

For an instant, I supposed that the Doctor was ill. I hastily advanced a step under that impression, when I met Uriah’s eye, and saw what was the matter. I would have withdrawn, but the Doctor made a gesture to detain me, and I remained.

‘At any rate,’ observed Uriah, with a writhe of his ungainly person, ‘we may keep the door shut.

We needn’t make it known to ALL the town.’

Saying which,