Asile où n'entrèrent jamais
Le tumulte et l'inquiétude.

I can't say that care and sorrow have not sometimes penetrated these sylvan
fastnesses; but the tumults of the world, thank Heaven!--never.'

There was a sly scepticism, I thought, in Doctor Bryerly's sharp face; and
hardly waiting for the impressive 'never,' he said--

'I forgot to ask, who is your banker?'

'Oh! Bartlet and Hall, Lombard Street,' answered Uncle Silas, dryly and
shortly.

Dr. Bryerly made a note of it, with an expression of face which seemed,
with a sly resolution, to say, 'You shan't come the anchorite over me.'

I saw Uncle Silas's wild and piercing eye rest suspiciously on me for a
moment, as if to ascertain whether I felt the spirit of Doctor Bryerly's
almost interruption; and, nearly at the same moment, stuffing his papers
into his capacious coat pockets, Doctor Bryerly rose and took his leave.

When he was gone, I bethought me that now was a good opportunity of making
my complaint of Dickon Hawkes. Uncle Silas having risen, I hesitated, and
began,

'Uncle, may I mention an occurrence--which I witnessed?'

'Certainly, child,' he answered, fixing his eye sharply on me. I really
think he fancied that the conversation was about to turn upon the phantom