No, thank you--except--I suppose there would be no objection to my
having a few finer steel pens. 'And to explain his wants, he took up
his Prayer-Book, which his sister had decorated with several small
devotional prints. Copying these minutely line by line in pen and
ink, was the solace of his prison hours; and though the work was
hardly after drawing-masters' rules, the hand was not untaught, and
there was talent and soul enough in the work to strike the Doctor.

'It suits me best,' said Leonard. 'I should go distracted with
nothing to do; and I can't read much--at least, not common books.
And my sisters may like to have them. Will you let me do one for
you?'

The speaking expression of those hazel eyes almost overcame the
Doctor, and his answer was by bending head and grasping hand.
Leonard turned to the Collects, and mutely opened at the print of the
Son of Consolation, which he had already outlined, looked up at his
friend, and turned away, only saying, 'Two or three of the sort with
elastic nibs; they have them at the post-office.'

'Yes, I'll take care,' said Dr. May, afraid to trust his self-command
any longer. 'Good-bye, Leonard. Tom says I adopt every one who gets
through a bad enough fever, so what will you be to me after this
second attack?'

The result of the Doctor's consultation with his brougham was his
stopping it at Mr. Bramshaw's door, to ascertain whether the search
for the receipt had extended to young Axworthy's papers; but he found
that they had been thoroughly examined, every facility having been
given by their owner, who was his uncle's executor, and residuary