The notary's nose;

54 THE NOTARY'S NOSE.
much trouble it gives us poor doctors to
cure the slightest wound. It is true we
live by them, and by sickness; but what
difference does that make? I would
rather deprive myself of everything and
live on a piece of sour lard, spread over
brown bread, than to witness the sufferings of my fellow-creatures."
The Marquis interrupted this bewailing:
"Very well, doctor; we're not here
to philosophize; here's a man bleeding
like an ox; and the thing to do is to stop
the hemorrhage."
Yes, sir," he answered quickly; "'the
hemorrhage: that is the proper word.
Fortunately I have provided for everything; here is a phial of styptic fluid. It
is Brocchieri's preparation; I prefer it to
Lechelle's prescription."
He started, phial in hand, toward M.
l'Ambert, who was seated at the foot of a
tree, and bleeding piteously.