If I had not caught his arm he would have killed my uncle." "And he escaped," said the apothecary.
"No, sir!" said Agricola, with his back turned.
"I think he did.

I do not think he was struck." "And Mr .-- --, your cousin ?" "Achille?
I have sent him for a carriage." "Why, Agricola," said the doctor, snipping the loose ravellings from his patient's bandages, "an old man like you should not have enemies." "I am _not_ an old man, sir!" "I said _young_ man." "I am not a _young_ man, sir!" "I wonder who the fellow was," continued Doctor Keene, as he readjusted the ripped sleeve.
"That is _my_ affair, sir; I know who it was." * * * * * "And yet she insists," M.Grandissime was asking Frowenfeld, standing with his leg thrown across the celestial globe, "that I knocked her down intentionally ?" Frowenfeld, about to answer, was interrupted by a rap on the door.
"That is my cousin, with the carriage," said M.Grandissime, following the apothecary into the shop.
Frowenfeld opened to a young man,--a rather poor specimen of the Grandissime type, deficient in stature but not in stage manner.
"_Est il mort_ ?" he cried at the threshold.
"Mr.Frowenfeld, let me make you acquainted with my cousin, Achille Grandissime." Mr.Achille Grandissime gave Frowenfeld such a bow as we see now only in pictures.
"Ve'y 'appe to meck, yo' acquaintenz!" Agricola entered, followed by the doctor, and demanded in indignant thunder-tones, as he entered: "Who--ordered--that--carriage ?" "I did," said Honore.

"Will you please get into it at once." "Ah! dear Honore!" exclaimed the old man, "always too kind! I go in it purely to please you." Good-night was exchanged; Honore entered the vehicle and Agricola was helped in.

Achille touched his hat, bowed and waved his hand to Joseph, and shook hands with the doctor, and saying, "Well, good-night.

Doctor Keene," he shut himself out of the shop with another low bow.