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"It's of doe use, Syl: I cad't do it! I did just dow work byself up idto a fit of desperatiod, but just as I was bakidg a rush id, a fellow cabe to the door with a ped behide his ear, add looked at be exactly as if he suspected that I was goidg to cut a pade of glass out of his widdow. Dow I'll tell you what we'll do. I kdow a fellow who's up to every thidg of the sort. We'll go to his lodgidgs—he'll do it id a bobedt. Cobe alodg!"

"No," said Sylvester, "I shouldn't like that. Don't you think that the doctor would lend me ten pounds?"

"Id ad idstadt! I dever thought of that!—of course he would."

"I do not like to have it of Mr. Scholefield, because he would know at once what I wanted it for."

"Thed have it of the goverdor! Shall I ask hib for you?"

"No: I think it would look better for me to ask him myself."

"Very well; thed cobe alodg; we shall just about catch hib at hobe. I'd ask hib to ledd it to be, but that would be doe go at all."

They then left the house, and, as they returned to the doctor's residence, Sylvester said—"Have you seen Julia lately?"

"Doe," replied Tom; "I've dot beed to the house for a lodg tibe. But I believe she has left. Ill health, I believe, was the cause of her leavidg. The last tibe I saw her—that was sobe bodths ago—she wadted to kdow where you lived, but, of course, I didd't feel at all justified id gividg her your address."

Sylvester was silent; and as the subject was not pursued by Tom, they returned in silence to the residence of the doctor, who was then in the library alone.

"You had better go id at wudce," said Tom. "I shall be id by study. Dod't leave, you kdow, without cobidg up."

Sylvester promised that he would not; and on going into the library was received by the doctor, as usual, with the utmost cordiality and kindness.

"Doctor," said he, "I have to ask you a favour. It happens that I want ten pounds until I receive a remittance from my aunt, which will be the day after to-morrow."

"Very good."

"Will you do me the favour to let me have it?"

"Of course! I am quite sure that the purpose for which you want it is a good one."

"It is. I do not like to ask Mr. Scholefield—"

"My good fellow, not another word. Here is a cheque for fifteen."

"Ten will be quite sufficient."

"I have written it now; and whenever you happen to want money, come at once to me."

He then inquired after Mr. Scholefield, and when he had made a few remarks having reference to professional matters, Sylvester withdrew, and went up stairs to Tom.

"Well," said Tom, "he let you have the buddy, of course?"

"In a moment," replied Sylvester. "I asked him for ten, and he gave me a cheque for fifteen."