"I am afraid it's not all fancy, as I at first supposed.

Have you felt sick of late, young man ?" "Not of late," replied Blaize, becoming as white as ashes; "but I do now." "Another bad symptom," rejoined the doctor.

"Take off your doublet and open your shirt." "Do as the doctor bids you," said Leonard, seeing that Blaize hesitated, "or I apply the cudgel." "Ah! bless my life! what's this ?" cried Hodges, running his hand down the left side of the porter, and meeting with a large lump.

"Can it be a carbuncle ?" "Yes, it's a terrible carbuncle," replied Blaize; "but don't cauterize it, doctor." "Let me look at it," cried Hodges, "and I shall then know how to proceed." And as he spoke, he tore open the porter's shirt, and a silver ball, about as large as a pigeon's egg, fell to the ground.

Leonard picked it up, and found it so hot that he could scarcely hold it.
"Here is the terrible carbuncle," he cried, with a laugh, in which all the party, except Blaize, joined.
"It's my pomander-box," said the latter.