We have here a slight paroxysm that requires medical aid.

Come, let me feel your pulse; one, two--" The count snatched his wrist from the doctor's grasp, and cried angrily: "But I don't need a doctor, or any medicine.

There is nothing at all the matter with me.

I don't want anything from you, but to know who brought you here." "Beg pardon," retorted the offended doctor.

"I was summoned, and came through this dreadful storm.