Chapter 1. A Vision Upon A Warning
_ CHAPTER I. A VISION UPON A WARNING
The doctor was so small and frail that his narrow face was rescued from inconsequence only by a trimly cropped Van-Dyck with a dignified sprinkling of gray. I always felt that, should I ever see him in a bathing suit, I would have to seek a new physician. I could never again think of him as sufficiently grown-up to practise an adult vocation. Yet when the doctor spoke his mentality issued out of its small habitation of flesh and expanded to commanding proportion.
The little doctor was in fine a very great doctor, and on this occasion he was bullying me with the large authority of a Bonaparte.
"But, Doctor--" I began protestingly.
He raised a small hand which suggested the claw of a delicate bird and fixed me with quizzical eyes that had the faculty of biting sharply through a man‘s unspoken thoughts.
"Don‘t assume to say ‘but‘ to me," he sternly enjoined； and since we had long known each other, not

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