"My practice is improving. I shall have my connection amongst the rogues and vagabonds mightily increased, for I certainly shall not go and inform the police: not my business to do that. They're punished enough, even if I pull him through. And I shall," he said aloud. "I must and will, for the sake of his pretty daughter. I wonder whether they'll pay me after all," he went on, as the pony ambled over the grass, and the naturally sordid ideas of the man often pressed for money and struggling for his income, came uppermost. "When people are in the first throes of excitement and gratitude for the help Doctor Bolus has rendered them, they almost worship him, and they'll give, or rather they will promise, anything; but when time has had his turn, and the gratitude has begun to cool, it's a different thing altogether; and, last of all, when the bill goes in--oh dear, for poor human nature, if the case had been left alone, A, B, C, or D would have got better without help. "Well, never mind," he said merrily, for the refreshment and the delicious morning air were telling upon his spirits, "the world goes round and round all the same, and human nature is one of the things that cannot be changed." He had to turn the pony out on to the road here, for the long green strands of the brambles were hanging right out over the grass, and catching at his legs as he cantered by. The soft mists were floating away as he began to descend the hilly slope, still at his feet the landscape seemed to be half hidden by clouds, through which hillocks, and hedge, and trees were visible, with here and there a house or a brown patch of the rough common land; and right away on the other side, stood up, grim and depressing of aspect, the ugly brick house upon the big hillock of sand, with the various and grim-looking edifices that Moray Alleyne had raised. Forming a background were the sombre fir trees with the column-topped slope and hill; and, even at that distance, he could make out, here and there, portions of the sandy lane that skirted the pine slope, which formed so striking an object in the surrounding landscape. So beautiful was the scene in the early morning, so varied the tints, that Oldroyd checked his pony, and told himself that he could not do better than pause and admire the landscape. But somehow his eyes lit upon the ugliest object there, focused themselves so as to get the most photographic idea upon the polished plate of his memory, and there they stayed, for he saw nothing else but Mrs Alleyne's gloomy house. This, however, is not quite the fact, for in a most absurd way--for a young medical man who had been telling himself a hundred times over that it would be insanity for him to think of marrying--he furnished that gloomy picture with one figure that seemed to him to turn the whole place into a palace of beauty, of whose aspect he could never tire.