"When will you want me to go ?" "To-morrow morning.

By the way, Mrs.Sharpe," said the doctor, eying the obnoxious lunettes, "why do you wear green glasses ?" "My eyes are weak, sir." Mrs.Sharpe removed the spectacles as she spoke, and displayed a pair of dull gray eyes with very pink rims.

"The light affects them.

I hope my glasses are no objection, sir ?" "Oh, not in the least! Excuse my question.

Very well, then, Mrs.Sharpe; just give me your address, and I'll call round for you to-morrow forenoon." Mrs.Sharpe gave him the street and number--a dirty locality near the East River.