A moment later a feeble ring at the door, and a voice from without, assuring the inmates that it was only N.B.  Burress, and conjuring them not to be alarmed, caused him to be admitted at once by the house-maid, and shown into the same small front study into which she had conducted me to await the doctor’s appearance.

“What name shall I give?  The doctor is engaged,” said the house-maid, lingering.

“If one at all, merely let me know when he is ready to see me.  I am tired and cold, and can wait patiently by this good fire.”

“It may be some time, miss; would you like a cup of hot coffee, you and this gentleman?  The doctor has just had his supper, and there is a pint or more left in the urn.”

“Thanks—­nothing could be more welcome,” and the house-maid disappeared.

“That is the way of this house—­patients are always entertained, if in need of refreshment,” said Mr. Burress, advancing to the chimney, while he rubbed his hands in a self-gratulatory manner, then expanded them before the bright glare that filled every pore with warmth.

I was tremulous, and silent, and half exhausted, and he seemed to take this in at a friendly glance, for he made none of those inquiries that I knew were burning on his inquisitive lips; but after a few moments of further enjoyment before the grate, and having duly turned himself as on a spit, so as to absorb every ray of heat possible, he betook himself to an arm-chair and a book, near the drop-light on a corner table, the soft rustling of the turning leaves of which had a most soothing effect on my nerves.

“I shall only stay a few minutes,” he said, apologetically.  “I wish, however, to see you safe in Dr. Pemberton’s hands before I leave you, as a sort of duty, you know, you being a charge of mine, and should you need further escort—­”

“Oh, thank you, kindly; you have surely had enough trouble on my account already.”

“Not a particle—­only a pleasure, miss; but the push I got from your pursuer upset me on the pavement and made sparks fly out of my eyes, and, before I could gather myself up, they were back again in the carriage and off.  You will have to give me the man’s name, miss—­you will, indeed, on my own account, when all your fatigue and fright are over.  Such favors are generally returned by me with compound interest.”

“Oh, be thankful you have not a compound fracture, Mr. Burress, and let the fellow go.  He is beneath contempt.  But I shall not be satisfied until Dr. Pemberton tells me himself that you are uninjured.”

“A lump as big as a potato—­that’s all, miss; not worth minding, I assure you;” and he raised his hand to his occipital region.  “An application, before retiring to bed, of ’Prang’s Blood and Life Regenerator,’ will make all right again.  An astonishing remedy, miss, which no family should be without, and which may be obtained cheaply by the gross or dozen at my emporium.  You have heard of Hercules Prang?”