"What do you propose?"
"I was going to propose--being a stranger to you, sir--to pay in advance." The announcement was made with a tremulous, but triumphant, hauteur, as though it must cover the physician with mortification. The speaker stretched out a rather long leg, and, drawing a pocket-book, produced a twenty-dollar piece.
The Doctor looked full in his face with impatient surprise, then turned his eyes away again as if he restrained himself, and said, in a subdued tone:--
"I would rather you had haggled about the price."
"I don't hear"--said the other, turning his ear.
The Doctor waved his hand:--
"Put that up, if you please."
The young stranger was disconcerted. He remained silent for a moment, wearing a look of impatient embarrassment. He still extended the piece, turning it over and over with his thumb-nail as it lay on his fingers.
"You don't know me, Doctor," he said. He got anothe