A basin was brought, and the contents of his stomach were quickly discharged into it.
The mystery was now explained.

Mrs.Preston looked on in silent astonishment, while the doctor could hardly repress his anger at this exhibition of the contents of his patient's stomach.

There were great pieces of unmasticated meat and potato, mixed up with a porridge of half-dissolved pie and cake, the whole forming a medley of hearty and indigestible substances, that would have taxed the strong stomach of a healthy man.
"Well," said the doctor, turning to Mrs.Preston, when Oscar got through, "what does all this mean ?" "I know not; you must ask him," replied Mrs.Preston.
The same question, put to Oscar, brought from him a reluctant confession of the last night's folly.

When he had concluded, the doctor arose, and taking his hand, said: "I will bid you good-bye.

It's of no use for me to attend upon you any longer, if you abuse my confidence in this way.