ing -ribbons she was damping-blonde she was cleaning-and the dress her nimble fingers had unpicked.

"Have you breakfasted?" asked the kind Annie.

"I have had a cup of tea. What appetite could one have at such a time?"

"But, as Julian is better, and Mr. Jobb answers for his cure, you can eat now; you must not give way to a causeless terror. Let me send you something. It is nearly three. You will be ill, I shall send up the tray."

"Send it, then, my love, into Augusta's room. I will try to crawl out by and by: as you say, one must not give way. How are poor Miss Tibby, and my dear brother, and poor dear Mr. Grunter?"

"I am going to see them all."

"There's my kind Annie! If you send the tray, my love, it had better be at once. Desire Jones to send up a cold chicken and a few patties perhaps I may be able to induce Augusta to eat something. Order it into Augusta's room; for, at four, she is to have

leeches on her feet, or, as Mr. Jobb says, the shock she has had will send the blood to her head."

"I am going to see her now."

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Then, as soon as you leave her, I will try to crawl out and take something. Jones had better send up some ham and a bottle of sherry; if she can take a little wine and water, it may revive her."

Annie smiled, and then repaired to Augusta's room. She was tossing about in a fever of alarm and impatience..

"He is better, dear Augusta," said Annie. "Mr. Jobb is sure he will recover."

Augusta burst into tears: for a moment she was happy in that assurance, but the next she remembered the probable cause of his duel. "Do you know any of the particulars of the accident?"

"No; I believe it was a duel."

"Every one knows that," said Augusta, angrily; "Ruth tells me it was a quarrel about La Zelie."

"No matter what it was about, provided Julian recovers," said Annie, simply.

"I am not of that opinion," replied Augusta, with temper-"I wish to be alone." "I only came to comfort you, and know if I could do any thing for you?"

"Nothing, I thank you;" and Augusta turned her face to the wall.

"Your mamma wishes the luncheon-tray sent in here."

"Why?"

"She is coming to sit with you, to try to make you eat, and to take something herself." "Take something! I cannot eat now, nor can I bear to have people eating in my room when I am half-distracted. Send the tray into her own apartment. I shall bolt my

door. I cannot bear it. I will let no one in again to-day."

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But, at four o'clock, you are to have leeches on your feet."

"Leeches on my feet!-what for? — who

says so?"

"Mr. Jobb."

"Mr. Jobb, indeed! He is well named, but he will not make a job out of me-I will

have no such folly. I shall bolt my door, and neither Mr. Jobb nor the tray shall enter here."

Annie reported Augusta's decision.

"Let the tray be put down at my door," moaned Mrs. Lindsay; "when I feel equal to it, I will take it in. I hear my brother is not well, and has had an opiate; he is lucky to escape the terrors of a day like this."

The tray was placed at the door, and, ere long, Mrs. Lindsay found strength furtively to take it in.

Annie, having ascertained that Mr. Lindsay still slept, knocked tremblingly at Mr. Grunter's door. Mr. Jobb came to open it. am I wanted? You look

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So, miss?

very pale, miss.

Let me prescribe for you." "I only want to know how Mr. Grunter is? I wish to see him."

"Come in," groaned a sepulchral voice.

Annie approached the bed: suddenly Mr. Grunter raised himself, and drew aside the curtain. His livid cheeks, his hollow eyes, his high cheek-bones, and the black mark

across his face, the unwashed token of his encounter with Hume and Smollet in Fitzcribb's closet, appalled poor Annie, who knew nothing of the copious phlebotomy he had undergone she thought she saw Grunter's spectre, and, taken by surprise, she shrieked aloud.

"What has happened to you?" she said nervously, shrouding her eyes-"what is the cause of this dreadful change?"

"Intense study!" groaned Grunter. "The Philosophy of History and the History of Philosophy have reduced me to this state. Give me," he cried, with something of the excitement of delirium-" give me my introductory remarks― give me the proof-sheets. Here, listen, while I read the opening. Oh, if I am but spared to finish this great work!—give it

life is not to be sacrificed in the cause of science—at least, only in hospitals."

Annie ventured another look. Grunter