It is Doctor Calixtus Bottesham." "A singular name, truly," remarked Blaize; "but it sounds like that of a clever man." "Doctor Calixtus Bottesham is a wonderful man," returned the apothecary.
"I have never met with his like.

I would trumpet forth his merits through the whole city, but that it would ruin my trade.

The plague is our harvest, as my friend Chowles, the coffin-maker, says, and it will not do to stop it--ha! ha!" "It is too serious a subject to laugh at," returned Blaize, gravely.
"But are the doctor's fees exorbitant ?" "To the last degree," replied Parkhurst.

"I am afraid to state how much he asks." "I fear I shall not be able to consult him, then," said Blaize, turning over the coin in his pocket; "and yet I should greatly like to do so." "Have no fear on that score," returned the apothecary.

"I have been able to render him an important service, and he will do anything for me.