“Miss Snowe,” recommenced Dr. John⁠—my health, nervous system included, being now, somewhat to my relief, discussed and done with⁠—“is it permitted me to ask what your religion is? Are you a Catholic?”

I looked up in some surprise⁠—“A Catholic? No! Why suggest such an idea?”

“The manner in which you were consigned to me last night made me doubt.”

“I consigned to you? But, indeed, I forget. It yet remains for me to learn how I fell into your hands.”