ssession,--"must see him. A chronic case, excellent
patient,--tic, sir, tic. Puzzling and interesting. If I could take
that tic with me, I should ask nothing more from Heaven. Call again on
Monday; I may have something to tell you then as to yourself. The little
girl can't stay with you,--wrong and nonsensical! I will see after her.
Leave me your address,--write it here. I think I know a lady who will
take charge of her. Good-by. Monday next, ten o'clock." With this, the
doctor thrust out Leonard, and ushered in his grand patient, whom he was
very anxious to take with him to the banks of the Rhine.

Leonard had now only to discover the nobleman whose name had been so
vaguely uttered by poor Captain Digby. He had again recourse to the
"Court Guide;" and finding the address of two or three lords the first
syllable of whose titles seemed similar to that repeated to him, and
all living pretty near to each other, in the regions of Mayfair, he
ascertained his way to that quarter, and, exercising his mother-wit,
inquired at the neighbouring shops as to the personal appearance of
these noblemen. Out of consideration for his rusticity, he got very
civil and clear answers; but none of the lords in question corresponded
with the description given by Helen. One was old, another was
exceedingly corpulent, a third was bedridden,--none of them was known to
keep a great dog. It is needless to say that the name of L'Estrange
(no habitant of London) was not in the "Court Guide." And Dr. Morgan's
assertion that that person was always abroad unluckily dismissed from
Leonard's mind the name the homoeopathist had so casually mentioned. But
Helen was not disappointed when her young protector returned late in the
day, and told her of his ill-success. Poor child! she was so pleased
in her heart not to be separated from her new brother; and Leonard was
touched to see how she had contrived, in his absence, to give a certain
comfort and cheerful grace to the bare room devoted to himself. She had
arranged his few books and papers so neatly, near the window, in sight
of the one green elm. She had coaxed the smiling landlady out of one or
two extra articles of furniture, especially a walnut-tree bureau, and
some odds and ends of ribbon, with which last she had looped up the
curtains. Even the old rush-bottom chairs had a strange air of elegance,
from the mode in which they were placed. The fairies had given sweet
Helen the art that adorns a home, and