The notary's nose;

224 UNCLE AND NEPIEW.
"Monsieur, permit me to tell you, that
you've decidedly taken your own time."
At this moment, the doctor's attention
was drawn to M. Morlot, who was rubbing
his hands with a sort of passion.
"What's the matter with you, my
friend?" he inquired in his sweet and
paternal voice.
"Nothing! Nothing! I'm only rubbing my hands."
"But why?"
"There's something there that bothers
me."
" Show it to me; I don't see anything."
"You don't see it? There, there, between the fingers. I see it plainly, I
do!"
"What do you see? "
"My nephew's money. Take it away,
doctor! I'm an honest man; I don't want
anybody's property."
While the doctor was listening atten