order to make an atonement for his unworthy suspicions of his son, did, in the noblest manner, fill up for him a cheque for double the amount he had asked for.
"But you will soon throw the doctor over," said the Old Boy, as he looked at Percie, whose face had been cleared of the tooth-powder. "These doctors always keep to the lowering system. You already look fifty per cent. better for having had a good dinner and a glass of wine, instead of slops and physic; and I hope that to-morrow I shall be able to take home a better account of you to your mother."
And the Old Boy did so; for Mr. Percival Wylde, who professed himself to be greatly benefited by his father's visit—which, at any rate, he was as to purse—with the Old Boy's departure was at once restored to perfect convalescence. And, as it happened, this was the last time that Mr. Percival Wylde was "æger."
CHAPTER VIII.
MR. PERCIVAL WYLDE IS DOING WELL—NO FURTHER BULLETINS WILL BE ISSUED.
It was shortly after this that Mr. Percival Wylde took his degree. He was one of the last who went in under the old regulations, and he thanked his stars that he came under the ancien régime, instead of the modern system.
It was at this important epoch, also, that a certain maiden lady deceased, having bequeathed to her niece, Miss Fanny Douglas, the sum of twenty thousand
