“Oh, Doctor Jermyn!” she exclaimed, “I did not know you were there!” and held out her hand. “Our patient is going on wonderfully now. You will let me see you before you leave the castle?” Therewith she left the room, and hastening to her own, saw in the mirror the red of a lie, said to herself, “What will Cosmo think?” and burst into tears--the first she had shed since the day she found him. The doctor was not taken in, but Cosmo was troubled and puzzled. In Jermyn’s talk, however, and his own simplicity, he soon forgot the strangeness of this her behaviour. CHAPTER XXXI. COSMO AND THE DOCTOR. To the eyes of Jermyn, Cosmo appeared, mainly from his simplicity, younger than he was, while the doctor’s manners, and his knowledge of the world, made Cosmo regard him as a much greater man than, in any sense or direction, he really was. His kindness having gained the youth’s heart, he was ready to see in him everything that love would see in the loved. “You are very good to me, Doctor Jermyn,” he said, one day, “--so good, that I am the more sorry though the less unwilling--”--The doctor could not keep his hold of the thread of Cosmo’s speech, yet did not interrupt him--“to tell you what is now weighing on my mind: I do not know how or when I shall be able to hand you your fees. I hope you will not come to see me once more than is necessary; and the first money I earn, you shall be paid part at least of what I owe you.” The doctor laughed. It was such a school-boy speech, he thought! It was a genuine relief to Cosmo to find him take the thing so lightly. “You were robbed on the way, Lady Joan tells me,” Jermyn said. “I am not sure that I was robbed,” returned Cosmo; “but in any case, even had I brought every penny I started with, I could not have paid you. My father and I are very poor, Mr. Jermyn.” “And my father and I are pretty well to do,” said the doctor, laughing again. “But,” resumed Cosmo, “neither condition is a reason why you should not be paid. Mine is only the cause why you are not paid at once.” “My dear fellow,” said the doctor, laying his hand on the boy’s, “I am not such a very old man--it is not so very long since I was a student myself--in your country too--at Edinburgh--that I should forget what it is to be a student, or how often money is scarce in the midst of every other kind of plenty and refinement.” “But I am not exactly a student now. I have been making a little money as tutor; only--” “Don’t trouble your head about it, I beg of you,” interrupted the doctor. “It is the merest trifle. Besides, I should never have thought of taking a fee from you! I am well paid in the pleasure of making your acquaintance.--But there is one way,” he added, “in which you could make me a return.” “What is that?” asked Cosmo eagerly. “To borrow a little money of me for a few months? I am not at all hard up at present. I had to borrow many a time when I was in Edinburgh.”