Whereupon Reuben offered his services; but all that was given him to do was to carry up Mr. Linden's breakfast. This was hardly well over when Dr. Harrison came. He was shewn into the sitting-room, just as Faith with her arms full of brown moreen came into it also from the pantry. The doctor was not going to lose a shake of the hand, and waited for the brown moreen to be deposited on the floor accordingly. "You are looking more like yourself to-day," he said. "I will call mother," said Faith. Which she did, leaving the doctor in company with the brown moreen. "Mrs. Derrick," said he, speaking by no means without a purpose, "I have cause of complaint against you! What have you done to allure my patient down here against orders?" "He's better here," said Mrs. Derrick with a cool disposing of the subject. "What did you want to keep him up there for, doctor?" "Only acted upon a vigorous principle of Mr. Linden's nature, madam.--If I had ordered him to come, he would have stayed. May I see him?" And Mrs. Derrick preceded the doctor up stairs, opened the door of the room and shut it after him. Mr. Linden was on the couch, but it was wheeled round by the side of the fire now, for the morning was cool. A little heap of unopened letters and post despatches lay before him, but the white paper in his hand seemed not to have come from the heap. As the doctor entered, this was folded up and transferred to the disabled hand for safe keeping. Mr. Linden had that quality (much more common among women than among men) of looking well in undress; but let no one suppose that I mean the combination of carelessness and disorder which generally goes by that name, and which shews (most of all) undress of the mind. I mean simply that style of dress which Sam Weller might call 'Ease afore Ceremony;'--in its delicate particularity, Mr. Linden's undress might have graced a ball-room; and, as I have said, the dark brown wrapper with its wide sleeves was becoming. Dr. Harrison might easily see that his patient was not only different from most of the neighbourhood, but also from most people that he had seen anywhere; and that peculiar reposeful look was strongly indicative of power. "Good morning!" said the doctor. "Do you expect me to behave well this morning?" "Why no--" said Mr. Linden. "My experience hitherto has not led me to expect anything of the sort." The doctor stood before the fire, looking down at him, smiling almost, yet with a keen eye, as at a man whose measure he had not yet succeeded in taking. "What did you come down here for, without my leave? And how do you do? For you see, I mean to behave well." "I came down because I wanted to be at home," said Mr. Linden. "And I did not ask leave, because I meant to come whether or no. You see what a respect I have for your orders." "Yes," said the doctor,--"that is a very ancient sort of respect. How do you do, Linden?"