The door was flung widely open, and in, unannounced, walked Dr Morgan. The child turned to him, and at the sight of his face she remembered her father; and the tears that, for Leonard's sake, she had been trying to suppress, found way. The good Doctor soon gained all the confidence of these two young hearts. And, after listening to Leonard's story of his paradise lost in a day, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Well, you will call on me on Monday, and we will see. Meanwhile, borrow these of me,"--and he tried to slip three sovereigns into the boy's hand. Leonard was indignant. The bookseller's warning flashed on him. Mendicancy! Oh no, he had not yet come to that! He was almost rude and savage in his rejection; and the Doctor did not like him the less for it. "You are an obstinate mule," said the homoeopathist, reluctantly putting up his sovereigns. "Will you work at something practical and prosy, and let the poetry rest awhile?" "Yes," said Leonard doggedly, "I will work." "Very well, then. I know an honest bookseller, and he shall give you some employment; and meanwhile, at all events, you will be among books, and that will be some comfort." Leonard's eyes brightened--"A great comfort, sir." He pressed the hand he had before put aside to his grateful heart. "But," resumed the Doctor seriously, "you really feel a strong predisposition to make verses?" "I did, sir." "Very bad symptom indeed, and must be stopped before a relapse! Here, I have cured three prophets and ten poets with this novel specific." While thus speaking, he had got out his book and a globule. "_Agaricus muscarius_ dissolved in a tumbler of distilled water--tea-spoonful whenever the fit comes on. Sir, it would have cured Milton himself." "And now for you, my child," turning to Helen--"I have found a lady who will be very kind to you. Not a menial situation. She wants some one to read to her and tend on her--she is old and has no children. She wants a companion, and prefers a girl of your age to one older. Will this suit you?" Leonard walked away. Helen got close to the Doctor's ear, and whispered, "No, I cannot leave _him_ now--he is so sad." "Cott!" grunted the Doctor, "you two must have been reading _Paul and Virginia_. If I could but stay in England, I would try what _ignatia_ would do in this case--interesting experiment! Listen to me--little girl; and go out of the room, you, sir." Leonard, averting his face, obeyed. Helen made an involuntary step after him--the Doctor detained and drew her on his knee. "What is your Christian name?--I forget." "Helen."