The notary's nose;

136 THE NOTARY'S NOSE.
of my theory! There's no doubt of it,
monsieur: the Auvergnat is sick, and he
is the only patient to treat if we're going
to cure you."
Po.or M. l'Ambert tore his hair. Then
at last he did regret putting Romagne out
of doors, refusing him the help he asked,
and forgetting to take his address. He
imagined the poor devil languishing on a
pallet, without bread, without roast beef,
and without ChAteau-Margaux. At this
idea, his heart was broken. He fancied
himself enduring the poor beggar's sufferings. For the first time in his life, he was
affected by another's misfortune.
" Doctor, dear doctor," he cried, pressing M. Bernier's hand, "I'll give all I'm
worth to save that excellent young man."
Five days later, the disorder had steadily increased. The nose was nothing
more than a flexible pellicle, yielding under the weight of the spectacles, when M.