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202 DOCTOR FRANZ, “Precisely,” replied that personage, with a stiff inclination of the head. “My daughter tells me that you are a physician, and that you have called at Dr. Berndt’s request. I should like to hear from you whether what the women say is correct. I am told that the patient’s condition has greatly im- proved during the course of the day, and that there is now every hope of recovery. From what I gathered from your colleague this morning, I should say this is most unlikely—impossible, in fact.” “All danger is indeed over,” said the other. “I have no doubt whatever that Mr. Brunnow’s life will be spared. He owes his safety, of course, in a great measure tothe prompt succor and devoted care he has received in your house. You must have been put to great inconvenience on his ac- count during the last few days.” “Yes, indeed, to very considerable incon- venience,” sighed the councilor, who hardly knew whether to rejoice or to feel wrathful that the dreaded catastrophe had been averted, that there was to be no death in his house aftev all. It would be just as bad to read in the papers: “The son of that Dr. Brunnow, whose name is so well-known in connection with the late rebellion, has happily re- covered frum the effects of his severe injuries. He has throughout his illness been carefully tended at the house of Councilor Moser.” Brunnow, for his part, regarded with looks full of interest this old gentleman who appeared so per- plexed and concerned. “Dr. Brunnow,” said he, speaking from the over- flowing gratitude of a father’s heart—“ Dr. Brunnow will, I trust, soon be able himself to express to you his deep sense of your kindness; in the mean- time, allow me, as his old friend, to address you in his name. I—we thank you, sir—thank you most heartily for that which you have done.” “Tt was a christian duty,” asserted the councilor, agreebably flattered by these words, which so plainly betokened real and deep emotion; “a duty I should in any case have fulfilled: still, it is gratifying to find that one’s good offices are ap- = (e(ayaniicel ovevey <S (E(0)