The German made an odd gesture of deferential assent, lifting one open hand a little in front of him to the level of his face, with the wrist bent forward and the fingers pointing down. "Uf you bleace, Toctor, I toose; undt tat's te fust time I effer _tit_ vanted a toctor. Undt you mus' ugscooce me, Toctor, to callin' on you, ovver I vish you come undt see mine"-- To the surprise of all, tears gushed from his eyes. "Mine poor vife, Toctor!" He turned to one side, pointed his broad hand toward the floor, and smote his forehead. "I yoost come in fun mine paykery undt comin' into mine howse, fen--I see someting"--he waved his hand downward again--"someting--layin' on te--floor--face pleck ans a nigger's; undt fen I look to see who udt iss,--_udt is Mississ Reisen_! Toctor, I vish you come right off! I couldn't shtayndt udt you toandt come right avay!" "I'll come," said the Doctor, without rising; "just write your name and address on that little white slate yonder." "Toctor," said the German, extending and dipping his hat, "I'm ferra much a-velcome to you, Toctor; undt tat's yoost fot te pottekerra by mine corner sayt you vould too. He sayss, 'Reisen,' he sayss, 'you yoost co to Toctor Tsewier.'" He bent his great body over the farther end of the table and slowly worked out his name, street, and number. "Dtere udt iss, Toctor; I put udt town on teh schlate; ovver, I hope you ugscooce te hayndtwriding." "Very well. That's right. That's all." The German lingered. The Doctor gave a bow of dismission. "That's all, I say. I'll be there in a moment. That's all. Dan, order my carriage!" "Yentlemen, you vill ugscooce me?" The German withdrew, returning each gentleman's bow with a faint wave of the hat. During this interview the more polished stranger had sat with bowed head, motionless and silent, lifting it only once and for a moment at the German's emotional outburst. Then the upward and backward turned face was marked with a commiseration partly artificial, but also partly natural. He now looked up at the Doctor. "I shall have to leave you," said the Doctor. "Certainly, sir," replied the other; "by all means!" The willingness was slightly overdone and the benevolence of tone was mixed with complacency. "By all means," he said again; "this is one of those cases where it is only a proper grace in the higher to yield place to the lower." He waited for a response, but the Doctor merely frowned into space and called for his boots. The visitor resumed:-- "I have a good deal of feeling, sir, for the unlettered and the vulgar. They have their station, but they have also--though doubtless in smaller capacity than we--their pleasures and pains." Seeing the Doctor ready to go, he began to rise. "I may not be gone long," said the physician, rather coldly; "if you choose to wait"-- "I thank you; n-no-o"--The visitor stopped between a sitting and a rising posture.