"You are as great a boy as poor Brittles himself," returned Rose, blushing.
"Well," said the doctor, laughing heartily, "that is no very difficult matter. But to return to this boy: the great point of our agreement is yet to come. He will wake in an hour or so, I dare say, and although I have told that thickheaded constable fellow down stairs that he mustn't be moved or spoken to, on peril of his life, I think we may converse with him without danger. Now, I make this stipulation—that I shall examine him in your presence, and that if from what he says, we judge, and I can show to the satisfaction of your cool reason, that he is a real and thorough bad one (which is more than possible), he shall be left to his fate, without any further interference on my part, at all events."
"Oh no, aunt!" entreated Rose.
"Oh yes, aunt!" said the doctor. "Is it a bargain?"
"He cannot be hardened in vice," said Rose; "it is impossible."
"Very good," retorted the doctor; "then so
