"
"That is a good girl. But tell me a little more about him. What is his
name?"
"Christie."
"Dr. Christie?"
"No doubt. He wasn't an apothecary, or a chemist, you may be sure, but
a high doctor, and the cleverest ever was or ever will be: and isn't it
sad, love, to see him brought down so? My heart yearns for the poor
man: and then his wife--the sweetest, loveliest creature you ever--oh!"
Phoebe stopped very short, for she remembered something all of a sudden;
nor did she ever again give Falcon a chance of knowing that the woman,
whose presence had so disturbed him, was this very Dr. Christie's wife.
"Curious!" thought she to herself, "the world to be so large, and yet so
small:" then aloud, "They are unpacking the wagon; come, dear. I don't
think I have forgotten anything of yours. There's cigars, and
tobacco, and powder, and shot, and bullets, and everything to make you
comfortable, as my duty 'tis; and--oh, but I'm a happy woman."
Hottentots, big and little, clustered about the wagon. Treasure after
treasure was delivered with cries of delight; the dogs found out it was
a joyful time, and barked about the wheeled treasury; and the place did
not quiet down till sunset.
A plain but tidy little room was given to Christopher, and he slept
there like a top.
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