The notary's nose;

UNCLE AND NEPHEW. 237
"As my nephew is going to leave here,"
he said, "he'll need his money; where
is it? I haven't got it, unless it's in my
bed." And before anyone had time to
prevent him, he pulled his bed topsy-turvy. The doctor went out after pressing
his hand. He rubbed this hand with
scrupulous care. They brought him his
breakfast; he commenced by examining
his napkin, his glass, his knife, his plate,
repeating that he did not want to eat up
his nephew's fortune. The repast over,
he washed his hands in enormous quantities of water. "The fork is silver," said
he; "perhaps there's some silver sticking
to my hands! "
M. Auvray does not despair of saving
him, but it will take time. Summer and
Autumn are the seasons in which doctors
are most successful with insanity.
THE END.