The next day he called, in the afternoon. Eugene and Dick were both out, but Parkinson said they would return in a short time. The doctor would wait in the library; there was a book there he wished to examine. But the book seemed to have less interest than the vial of homœopathic globules. Dr. Lynch kept the bottle a few moments, and returned it to the place where he had found it, but with its contents changed. There was something diabolical in the looks of the doctor as he restored the medicine. He sat down in an arm-chair; he took up a book, but he did not read it. He turned the leaves, but his thoughts were elsewhere. The carriage stopped at the front door. Eugene and Dick, with the ladies, had just returned from a visit to the new cemetery. Dr. Lynch rose from his chair, and went into the sitting-room. He paused before the looking-glass. Was he pale? was there any change in his countenance or his expression? “Waiting for us, doctor?” said Eugene. “Only a few moments. I have just come. How do you do to-day, Miss Hungerford?” “Pretty well; but I have a headache. I believe when Dick lost his yesterday, it passed to me, for I have had one ever since,” replied Julia. “Let me cure it for you, Julia!” exclaimed Dick, as he rushed into the library, returning with the vial of globules. If the doctor had looked in the glass now, he might have seen that his face was deadly pale. “Here, Julia, take half a dozen of these. I am sure they will cure you,” added Dick, as he removed the cork from the bottle. “No, no!” cried the doctor, with energy. “Don’t take them, Miss Hungerford.” “Why not, doctor?” asked Dick, surprised at the emphatic tones of the physician. “They will injure her,” gasped the doctor. His ashen face and pallid lips attracted the attention of all in the room. “Yesterday you said you would be willing to take the whole bottle full.” “So I should, but I am not willing Miss Hungerford should take them. As her physician, I protest against her taking them,” replied the doctor, with a decision which seemed to be out of place in a matter of so little consequence. “I am not afraid to take them,” laughed Julia. “If they will cure my headache, I should be very glad to swallow the whole vial full.” There was a little vein of opposition in her character, which prompted her to be obstinate in a case like the present; and the doctor’s decided manner did not please her. He had been her physician when she was sick; but he was not with her just then in that capacity. His interference she regarded as rather tyrannical--as an assumption of power which she was not prepared to acknowledge. “Give me the bottle, Dick,” said she. “I don’t wish you to take them, if the doctor objects,” replied he, handing her the vial. “I do object,” added Dr. Lynch. “How many make a dose, Dick?” “Six.” “Don’t take them, Miss Hungerford!” exclaimed the doctor, rushing towards her.