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248 Lady Grace. had it, they were alone for a few minutes after breakfast: ‘‘ don’t you think it might be as well if you saw a doctor ?” It was exactly what the Dean “ad been thinking. But he did not acknowledge it. ‘¢ Oh, I don’t know,” he answered in a careless tone. ‘‘T should just have told old Brice right out last night,” said Cyras. “One can’t very well talk of things in the street,” returned the Dean. Dr. Baumgarten went out a little before one o’clock, on his way to Sir William Chant’s. He thought it a good time to catch him : he would probably have about got rid of his morning patients. An idea had struck him that he would rather tell his tale of doubtful! sickness to Sir William, a stranger, than to a medical man who knew him better. Such a fancy penetrates to many of us. Sir William would be disengaged in a few minutes, the servant said ; he was then with his last patient. Dr. Baumgarten handed the man his card—‘ The Dean of Denham ”—but desired that it should not be given in until his master was alone. ““T am very glad to see you, Mr. Dean; very pleased that you should have called upon me,” was Sir William’s warm greeting when his stately visitor was ushered in. ‘What shall you say if I tell you that I have come as a patient ?” returned the Dean. “IT hope not.” Yes, it is so. That is—I have—have—I have experienced a little annoyance once or twice, which perhaps it may be as well to speak of,” rapidly continued the Dean, getting over his momentary hesitation. ‘It amounts to nothing, I daresay.” “You do not look as if much were amiss with you, sir,” smiled Sir William. ‘* Will you take this chair P” The chair he touched was the patients’ chair, facing the hght. Sir William sat opposite to it in the shade. ‘‘ Before I enter upon the matter, Sir William,” said the Dean as he took the seat, ‘‘I must get you to make mea promise. It isa very simple request, and I am sure that you will deal openly with me. If you find reason to suspect that there is anything radically wrong, will you candidly avow it to me?” ‘‘T wonder what it is?” thought Sir William. ‘“ Something, 1 am sure. Do you suspect any particular mischief yourself?” he inquired. ‘Well, I suppose I ought to do so.” “The heart ?” queried Sir William. ‘That, if anything. Possibly it may arise only from my being somewhat overdone with work and other matters. I have been attacked at times rather curiously.” “Will you describe the attacks ?” ‘There is not much to describe,” said the Dean. ‘A sudden GOmiiGcdooks (EO) m