But when the blind man appeared as usual at the foot of the hill he exclaimed—
“ I can’t understand why the authorities tolerate such culpable industries. Such unfortunates should be locked up and forced to work. Progress, my word! creeps at a snail’s pace. We are floundering about in mere barbarism.”
The blind man held out his hat, that flapped about at the door, as if it were a bag in the lining that had come unnailed.
“ This,” said the chemist, “is a scrofulous affection.”
And though he knew the poor devil, he pretended to see him for the first time, murmured something about “cornea,” “opaque cornea,” “sclerotic,” “facies,” then asked him in a paternal tone—
“ My friend, have you long had this terrible infirmity? Instead of getting drunk at the public, you’d do better to die you
