"Take that easy chair, Mr. Marmion," said Carl. "Bishop Albertson will no doubt return presently." "Bishop Albertson tells me that you are just recovering from a severe illness, Mr. Edwards," said Mr. Marmion, as he sat down in the comfortable chair. "Yes, I have been quite ill with typhoid fever," was the reply. "Are you sleeping and eating well?" "No, not by any means. If I am gaining at all, it is a very slow gain. I have almost an aversion to food, and every exertion is a task." "Ah, that ought not to be," said the gentleman. "You are surely not gaining if you can neither eat nor sleep. Perhaps your liver is not right. What is the doctor giving you?" Carl handed him the bottle containing the medicine, which he uncorked and after touching the liquid to his tongue remarked: "It seems to be the right stuff. I'm something of a doctor, myself, and I must help to shake up that liver. Who is your doctor?" "Dr. King." "Ah, yes--Hiram King. I know him." The seemingly mere friendly interest of the doctor aroused in Carl no suspicion that he was the direct object of his visit, and that the conversation really constituted a diagnosis of his case. After a short silence, Dr. Marmion incidentally, seemingly, asked: "You have no financial difficulties have you?" "No, doctor," was the prompt reply. "Bishop Albertson allows me a very generous salary, and I have few demands." "You have never been in the habit of dissipating, I am sure?" "No, indeed; this is no place for dissipation, and before coming here, I was in school, where such a practice would have been impossible. I am as regular in my habits as when a boy in my father's house in England." "Oh! Ah! You are an Englishman. From what part of England are you?" "The north of England," was the short reply. "Mr. Edwards, excuse me, but have you any great trouble upon your heart? _That_ sometimes causes trouble, an actual physical disturbance, you know." The young man, who up to this time had evinced no particular interest in the conversation, now hesitated, so much so, in fact, that the doctor repeated his question, adding: "There is but little prospect of helping the body, if there is a secret enemy affecting the heart and mind. This will always create trouble in the digestive organs." To these words Carl replied somewhat nervously: "I suppose that, like most young men, I have regrets concerning my earlier life. There are some things that I am sorry for having done, and other duties that I have neglected, for which delinquencies I am sorry."