"I suppose, well,--as to feeling, I should not care to go through the Olympic games, even in imagination; and the various sensations in my left arm make me occasionally wish they were in my right." The doctor proceeded to an examination of the arm. It was found not to be taking the road to healing so readily as had been hoped. "I am afraid it may be a somewhat tedious affair," said Dr. Harrison, as he renewed the bandages in the way they ought to be. "I wish I had hold of that fellow! This may take a little time to come to a harmonious disposition, Linden, and give you a little annoyance. And at the same time, it's what you deserve!" said he, retaking his disengaged manner as he finished what he had to do. "I almost wish I could threaten you with a fever, or something serious; but I see you are as sound as that 'axletree' our friend spoke of the other day. There it is! You have learned to do evil with impunity. For I confess this has nothing to do with the exercise of your lawless disposition yesterday. Why didn't you let me bring you, if you wanted to come? That old fellow can't have anything drawn by horses, that goes easier than a harrow!" "Let you bring me!" said Mr. Linden. "Would you have done it against your own orders?" "Under your authority! which is equal to anything, you know." "Well," said Mr. Linden, "will you take a seat under my authority, and then take the benefit of my fire? What is going on in the outer world?" "I haven't any idea!" said the doctor. "Pattaquasset seems to me to be, socially, at one extreme pole of the axletree before-mentioned, and while I am here I feel no revolution of the great mass heaving beyond. It takes away one's breath, does Pattaquasset." "You are making it akin to 'the music of the spheres,'" said Mr. Linden. "Is that what you find in Pattaquasset?" said the doctor. "Your ears must be pleasantly constituted--or more agreeably saluted than those of other mortals. The only music I know of here is Miss Derrick's voice. Does she feed upon roses, like the Persian bulbul?" "I should suppose not--unless roses impart their colour in that way," said Mr. Linden, softly turning the folded paper from side to side. "This is a nice place," said the doctor surveying the room--"and you look very comfortable. I should like to take your invitation and sit down--but I mustn't. Won't you try and put a good opinion of me into the head of Mrs Derrick?" "What an extraordinary request!" said Mr. Linden, laughing a little. "Pray what am I to understand by it? And why mustn't you sit down?--here is something to rejoice your heart with a few of the aforesaid upheavings of Society;" and he handed the doctor an unopened foreign newspaper. "Absolutely irresistible!" said the doctor, and he broke the cover, took a chair and sat down before the fire; where for awhile to all appearance he also made himself 'comfortable'; and certainly turned and returned and ran over the paper in an artistic manner.