tury had advanced into the l

ege of Surgeons) stood at the window of his consulting-room in Lon

prosperous career before him, he had been compelled (at only thirty-one years of age) to ask a colleague to take charge of his practice, and to give t

e happy knack of being idle at a moment's notice. Ovid found the mere act of looking o

n common, under present circumstances. Being deprived of conjugal superintendence, he broke though his own rules. His restless hand unlocked a dr

ified. In emergencies of any sort, he was a patient man and a man of resource. The necessary verification could be accomplished by a visit to the College of Surgeons, situated in the great square called Lincoln's Inn Fi