assistance in Sidney Feeder. To understand his situation one must know the world; and the child of Cincinnati didn't know the world,—at least the world with which his friend was now concerned.
"Is there a hitch in your marriage? Just tell me that," Sidney Feeder had said, taking everything for granted, in a manner which was in itself a proof of great innocence. It is true he had added that he supposed he had no business to ask; hut he had been anxious about it ever since hearing from Mr. and Mrs. Freer that the British aristocracy was down on the medical profession. "Do they want you to give it up? Is that what the hitch is about? Don't desert your colors, Jackson. The repression of pain, the mitigation of misery, constitute surely the noblest profession in the world."
"My dear fellow, you don't know what you are talking about," Jackson observed, for answer to this. "I have n't told any one I was going to be married; still less have I told any one that any one objected to my profession. I should like to see them do it. I have got out of the swim to-day, but I don't regard myself as the sort of person that people object to. And I do expect to do something, yet."
"Come home, then, and do it. And excuse me if I say that the facilities for getting married are much greater over there."
"You don't seem to have found them very great."
"I have never had time. Wait till my next vacation, and you will see."
