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clined to send for my Aunt, and say, "Aunt, Doctor Bloomer 

 was all wrong. I've got something the matter with my hypo- 

 chondrium, my mucous membrane isn't at all the thing, my 

 biliary ducts are not going on properly, and I require the 

 greatest care, or else, as my system is quite out of order, 

 there's no knowing what may happen." 



My Aunt enters just as Milburd is putting the pertinent 

 inquiry, " What's the remedy ? " 



Cazell, still in his element, replies at once, " Remain quiet 

 in an atmosphere of a uniform temperature ; keep the inter- 

 nal fire well supplied, and the circulation up to the mark : 

 don't get into draughts : nourishing food and easy of diges- 

 tion. And," turning to me, "you ask your doctor for a 

 prescription of calomel, nitra-muriatic acid, hydriodate of 

 potass, taraxacum, and soda, a dose of ipecacuanha, a gentle 

 alterative, and on the first opportunity get away for change 

 of air. You'll find I'm right." 



Milburd is the first to recover himself after this. 



He says, alluding to me, " He ought to use a cold water 

 compress every night." 



" Where ? " I ask. 



" O, anywhere," he answers vaguely ; " wherever you feel 

 it would do you good.** 



" Diet's everything," says BoodeHs, emphatically. Cazell 

 admits that it ts important. 



Englemore, silent up to this point, chimes in. He puts it 

 in his own peculiar way. 



" Yes, Sir," — he is fond of assuming the American style 

 when he wants to be forcible and yet playful, or it would be 



