Uf you bleace, Toctor, I toose; undt tat's te fust time I effer _tit_
vanted a toctor. Undt you mus' ugscooce me, Toctor, to callin' on you,
ovver I vish you come undt see mine"--

To the surprise of all, tears gushed from his eyes.

"Mine poor vife, Toctor!" He turned to one side, pointed his broad hand
toward the floor, and smote his forehead.

"I yoost come in fun mine paykery undt comin' into mine howse, fen--I
see someting"--he waved his hand downward again--"someting--layin' on
te--floor--face pleck ans a nigger's; undt fen I look to see who udt
iss,--_udt is Mississ Reisen_! Toctor, I vish you come right off! I
couldn't shtayndt udt you toandt come right avay!"

"I'll come," said the Doctor, without rising; "just write your name and
address on that little white slate yonder."

"Toctor," said the German, extending and dipping his hat, "I'm ferra
much a-velcome to you, Toctor; undt tat's yoost fot te pottekerra by
mine corner sayt you vould too. He sayss, 'Reisen,' he sayss, 'you yoost
co to Toctor Tsewier.'" He bent his great body over the farther end of
the table and slowly worked out his name, street, and number. "Dtere udt
iss, Toctor; I put udt town on teh schlate; ovver, I hope you ugscooce
te hayndtwriding."

"Very well. That's right. That's all."

The German lingered. The Doctor gave a bow of dismission.

"That's all, I say. I'll be there in a moment. That's all. Dan, order my
carriage!"

"Yentlemen, you vill ugscooce me?"

The German withdrew, returning each gentleman's bow with a faint wave of
the hat.

During this interview the more polished stranger had sat with bowed
head, motionless and silent, lifting it only once and for a moment at
the German's emotional outburst. Then the upward and backward turned
face was marked with a commiseration partly artificial, but also partly
natural. He now looked up at the Doctor.

"I shall have to leave you," said the Doctor.

"Certainly, sir," replied the other; "by all means!" The willingness
was slightly overdone and the benevolence of tone was mixed with
complacency. "By all means," he said again; "this is one of those cases
where it is only a proper grace in the higher to yield place to the
lower." He waited for a response, but the Doctor merely frowned into
space and called for his boots. The visitor resumed:--

"I have a good deal of feeling, sir, for the unlettered and the vulgar.
They have their station, but they have also--though doubtless i