This veneration Mr. d**k extended to the Doctor, whom he thought the most subtle and accomplished philosopher of any age. It was long before Mr. d**k ever spoke to him otherwise than bareheaded; and even when he and the Doctor had struck up quite a friendship, and would walk together by the hour, on that side of the courtyard which was known among us as The Doctor’s Walk, Mr. d**k would pull off his hat at intervals to show his respect for wisdom and knowledge. How it ever came about that the Doctor began to read out scraps of the famous Dictionary, in these walks, I never knew; perhaps he felt it all the same, at first, as reading to himself. However, it passed into a custom too; and Mr. d**k, listening with a face shining with pride and pleasure, in his heart of hearts believed the Dicti
