face, that's all. The object is a good one, and that must be the excuse. The boy has strong symptoms of fever upon him, and is in no condition to be talked to any more; that's one comfort. We must make the best of it we can; and if bad is the best, it is no fault of ours.—Come in."
"Well, master," said Blathers, entering the room, followed by his colleague, and making the door fast before he said any more. "This warn't a put-up thing."
"And what the devil's a put-up thing?" demanded the doctor impatiently.
"We call it a put-up robbery, ladies," said Blathers, turning to them, as if he compassioned their ignorance, but had a contempt for the doctor's, "when the servants is in it."
"Nobody suspected them in this case," said Mrs. Maylie.
"Wery likely not, ma'am," replied Blathers, "but they might have been in it, for all that."
"More likely on that wery account," said Duff.
"We find it was a town hand," said Blathers,
