"No, indeed, I thought you knew something of him, or I should not have mentioned his name." I then changed the conversation, telling her what had passed at Deal, and listening to her remarks upon old Nanny, my mother, and our mutual acquaintances. "And the doctor--how is he?" "As busy as ever. I'm sorry, however, that he complains very much of Tom Cobb, and says that he must dismiss him. He has made some very serious mistakes in mixing the medicines, and nearly killed five or six people." "Had he killed them outright, their deaths must have been laid at your door," replied I, very seriously. "Good Heavens! what do you mean, Tom?" "I mean this, that your bright eyes have fascinated him; and that, to use his own expression, he is deeply, desperately, irrevocably, and everlastingly in love with _you_." Here Mrs. St. Felix burst out in a laugh so violent that I thought that it would end in hysterics. As soon as she had recovered herself, I continued: "It is all true, and independent of the five or six people half killed, you will have to answer for a _whole_ death besides, for Tom has intimated to me that if he fails in his suit he will have recourse to the big bottle of laudanum. You must further know that he has taxed my friendship to make known to you his deplorable condition, being unequal to the task himself." "He must be mad," observed Mrs. St. Felix, quietly. "He flatters himself that you have given him encouragement. I asked in what way; he says you always laugh at him." "True as the Bible--I can't help laughing at such a droll figure as he makes of himself. Mercy on me! what are men made of? Well, Tom, I'm sure I ought to be flattered, for (let it be a secret between us, Tom) this is the second offer I have received within these twenty-four hours." "The doctor, I presume; Tom says that he is jealous." "I mention no names. This is all very foolish." "But you have not yet rejected both. Tom awaits his answer." "Tell him anything that you please. By the bye, you may just as well add that, instead of taking the laudanum, he had better resort to his old remedy--of liquorice and water. It will look just as killing in the phial, and not be quite so fatal in its results." "I shall certainly execute your commission in as delicate a way as I possibly can." "Do, Tom, and pray let me hear no more of this nonsense, for, ridiculous as it may appear, it is to me very painful. Leave now--I am nervous and low-spirited. Good-by. Come this evening with your sister, I shall be better then." Mrs. St. Felix went into the back parlor, and I left the shop. I had turned the wrong way, almost forgetting to give Tom his answer, when I recollected myself, and returned to the doctor's house. "Well?" said Tom, eagerly. "Why," replied I, hardly having made my mind up what to say, yet not wishing to hurt his feelings, "the fact is, Tom, that the widow has a very good opinion of you." "I knew that," interrupted Tom.