for him as a constant companion.’
‘Why, what is there against him?’
‘Oh, I didn’t say there was anything against him. He is a little queer in his ideas — an enthusiast in some branches of science. As far as I know he is a decent fellow enough.’
‘A medical student, I suppose?’ said I.
‘No — I have no idea what he intends to go in for. I believe he is well up in anatomy, and he is a first-class chemist; but, as far as I know, he has never taken out any systematic medical classes. His studies are very desultory and eccentric, but he has amassed a lot of out-of-the way knowledge which would astonish his professors.’
‘Did you never ask him what he was going in for?’ I asked.
‘No; he is not a man that it is easy to draw out, though he can be communicative enough when the fancy seizes him.’
‘I should like to meet him,’ I said. ‘If I am to