The white cat . Nature bad as-sisted bim in tbis attempt, also, by removingenougb of bis bair to give bim a sbiny baMforebead almost to tbe crown of bis bead,and making bim near-sigbted enougb to re-quire strong eye-glasses. But all tbis couldnot induce me to tbink bim more tban twenty-seven or eigbt years of age. His eyes wereof tbat cbina blue wbicb, witb red bair, is soapt to give a selfisb, beartless expression,wbicb went very well witb bis general blood-lessness. Except for tbose protruding blueeyes be migbt, witb bis yellowy-brown suitand bis slender, long bands, bave been an ani-mated c
The white cat . Nature bad as-sisted bim in tbis attempt, also, by removingenougb of bis bair to give bim a sbiny baMforebead almost to tbe crown of bis bead,and making bim near-sigbted enougb to re-quire strong eye-glasses. But all tbis couldnot induce me to tbink bim more tban twenty-seven or eigbt years of age. His eyes wereof tbat cbina blue wbicb, witb red bair, is soapt to give a selfisb, beartless expression,wbicb went very well witb bis general blood-lessness. Except for tbose protruding blueeyes be migbt, witb bis yellowy-brown suitand bis slender, long bands, bave been an ani-mated caricature, done in red cbalk. Worstof all, to my mind, be made puns. He approacbed me witb tbe jocose air af-fected by pbysicians, and looked me over witha grin, I could see, under bis sparse beard,tbat be bad a lizard cbin receding comically. Well, Mr. Castle, be said, I expect you bavent been climbing any more trees with your machine lately, bave you? Feeling like Adam, after tbe creation of Eve, with that 50. Joy Fielding THE WHITE CAT fourth rib of yours ? Let me have a feel of ! He prodded me a little. Well, were do-ing so-so, he went on. If you were a foot-ball player youd be up in five the head? I suppose you havent hadquite such a big one since you put on longpants. Youre not having many long pantsthese days, I fancy, with that cracked bone inyour chest, are you? And so on. I triedto smile, and did not succeed till I had caughtsight of Miss Fieldings face frowning overhis shoulder. I was doing well, it seemed. It was noth-ing but a matter of time and patience. Theworst of it was the shaking up, and for that,rest was all that was necessary. I answered his pleasantries, asked him thenews in town, and thanked him for what hehad done, which, indeed, was not much. IfI have given the impression that he was anass, that was not at all how he impressed he persistently refused to talk sense,and turned everything I said into jest, I was51 THE WHITE CAT
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