The Doctor seated himself at a desk, looked hastily at Leonard, and then at a great chronometer lying on the table. "My time's short, sir--going abroad; and now that I am going, patients flock to me. Too late. London will repent its apathy. Let it!" The Doctor paused majestically, and, not remarking on Leonard's face the consternation he had anticipated, he repeated peevishly--"I am going abroad, sir, but I will make a synopsis of your case, and leave it to my successor. Hum! Hair chestnut; eyes--what color? Look this way--blue, dark blue. Hem! Constitution nervous. What are the symptoms?" "Sir," began Leonard, "a little girl--" DR. MORGAN (impatiently).--"Little girl! Never mind the history of your sufferings; stick to the symptoms--stick to the symptoms." LEONARD.--"You mistake me, Doctor; I have nothing the matter with me. A little girl--" DR. MORGAN.--"Girl again! I understand! it is she who is ill. Shall I go to her? She must describe her own symptoms--I can't judge from your talk. You'll be telling me she has consumption, or dyspepsia, or some such disease that don't exist: mere allopathic inventions--symptoms, sir, symptoms." LEONARD (forcing his way).--"You attended her poor father, Captain Digby, when he was taken ill in the coach with you. He is dead, and his child is an orphan." DR. MORGAN (fumbling in his medical pocket-book).--"Orphan! nothing for orphans, especially if inconsolable, like _aconite_ and _chamomilla_."[5] With some difficulty Leonard succeeded in bringing Helen to the recollection of the homeopathist, stating how he came in charge of her, and why he sought Dr. Morgan. The Doctor was much moved. "But really," said he, after a pause, "I don't see how I can help the poor child. I know nothing of her relations. This Lord Les--whatever his name is--I know of no lords in London. I knew lords, and physicked them, too, when I was a blundering allopathist. There was the Earl of Lansmere--has had many a blue pill from me, sinner that I was. His son was wiser; never would take physic. Very clever boy was Lord L'Estrange--I don't know if he was as good as he was clever--" "Lord L'Estrange!--that name begins with Les--" "Stuff! He's always abroad--shows his sense. I'm going abroad too. No development for science in this horrid city; full of prejudices, sir, and given up to the most barbarous allopathical and phlebotomical propensities. I am going to the land of Hahnemann, sir--sold my good-will, lease, and furniture, and have bought in on the Rhine. Natural life there, sir--homeopathy needs nature: dine at one o'clock, get up at four--tea little known, and science appreciated. But I forget. Cott! what can I do for the orphan?" "Well, sir," said Leonard rising, "Heaven will give me strength to support her."