a part of his medical education from a lady,
Madame Lachapelle; and I don't see why, if one can learn from a woman,
he may not teach a woman, if he knows enough."

"We all like a little medical talk now and then," said Number Five, "and
we are much obliged to you for your discourse. You are specialist enough
to take care of a sprained ankle, I suppose, are you not?"

"I hope I should be equal to that emergency," answered the young Doctor;
"but I trust you are not suffering from any such accident?"

"No," said Number Five, "but there is no telling what may happen. I
might slip, and get a sprain or break a sinew, or something, and I
should like to know that there is a practitioner at hand to take care of
my injury. I think I would risk myself in your bands, although you are
not a specialist. Would you venture to take charge of the case?"

"Ah, my dear lady," he answered gallantly, "the risk would be in the
other direction. I am afraid it would be safer for your doctor if he
were an older man than I am."

This is the first clearly, indisputably sentimental outbreak which has
happened in conversation at our table. I tremble to think what will come
of it; for we have several inflammable elements in our circle, and a
spark like this is liable to light on any one or two of them.

I was not sorry that this medical episode came in to vary the usual
course of talk at our table. I like to have one--of an intelligent
company, who knows anything thoroughly, hold the floor for a time, and
discourse upon the subject which chiefly engages his daily thoughts
and furnishes his habitual occupation. It is a privilege to meet such a
person now and then, and let him have his full swing. But because there
are "professionals" to whom we are willing to listen as oracles, I
do not want to see everybody who is not a "professional" silenced or
snubbed, if he ventures into any field of knowledge which he has not
made especially his own. I like to read Montaigne's remarks about
doctors, though he never took a medical degree. I can even enjoy the
truth in the sharp satire of Voltaire on the medical profession. I
frequently prefer the remarks I hear from the pew after the sermon to
those I have just been hearing from the pulpit. There are a great many
things which I never expect to comprehend, but which I desire very
much to apprehend. Suppose that our circle of Teacups were made up of
specialists,--experts in various departments. I should be ver