CHAPTER II.
FURTHER DISTRESSING FANTASIES OF A CLOUDED MIND When young Dr.Merritt came, flushed and important-looking, greatly concerned by the reported relapse, he found his patient with normal pulse and temperature--rational and joyous at his discovery that the secret of reading Roman letters was still his.
"I was almost afraid to test it, Doctor," he confessed, smilingly, when the little thermometer had been taken from between his lips, "but it's all right--I didn't find a single strange letter--every last one of them meant something--and I know figures, too--and now I'm as hungry for print as I am for baked potatoes.

You know, never in my life again, after I'm my own master, shall I neglect to eat the skin of my baked potato.

When I think of those I let go in my careless days of plenty, I grow heart-sick." "A little at a time, young man.

If they let you gorge as you'd like to there would be no more use sending for me; you'd be a goner--that's what you'd be! Head feel all right ?" "Fine!--I've settled down to a pleasant reading of Holy Writ.

This Old Testament is mighty interesting to me, though doubtless I've read it all before." "It's a very complicated case, but I think he's coming on all right," the doctor assured the alarmed old man outside the door.