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DOCTOR FRANZ. HOF wept, it is true, and still said, No, no, it could never be, she would go back to the convent; but when Max, unheeding this, took her in his arms and kissed her, she bore it with docility, and the young man himself seemed to,entertain no doubt whatever of his victory, for he murmured sotto voce, and drawing a long breath, “Well, we have managed that business successfully, thanks to the remarkable stupidity of my worthy colleague. Blessings on the old blockhead !” | CHAPTER XV. DOCTOR FRANZ. Dr. Brunnow was unfortunately, soon to learn from experience that the quality he vaunted in his colleague may, under given circumstances, lead to serious complications. The day passed by quickly enough, and in spite of all the excitement he had gone through, the patient found himself in such ex- cellent ease that even Agnes, in whose mind grave doubt had lingered, began to believe in the fact of his safety. . Evening was drawing on apace, and it was quite dusk out of doors when Agnes came in, carrying a carefully-shaded lamp, and informed Max that an elderly gentleman, acertain Dr. Franz, had just arrived, and after inquiring minutely and with much interest as to the state of his, Dr. Brunnow’s health, had begged to be allowed to see him. Max took the card on whicha few words were penciled. “Dr. Franz? I suppose my respected colleague cannot get over this morning’s astound- ing resurrection, and means to have an official re- port of the case drawn up in due form, I will give the gentleman——” Suddenly he stopped. As his eye fell on the handwriting, he started violently, and an expres- sion of alarm came over his features, while his fin- gers closed convulsively on the card. Agnes, who had raised the lamp-shade to enable him to read it, was struck by the change in him. Gomicbooks (E(0)