"HEART all right" said the doctor. "Lungs all right. No organic disease that I can discover. Philip Lefrank don't alarm yourself. You are not going to die yet. The disease you are suffering from is--overwork. The remedy in your case is--rest." So the doctor spoke in my chambers in the Temple

(London); having been sent for to see me about half an hour after I had alarmed my clerk by fainting at my desk. I have no wish to intrude myself needlessly on the reader's attention; but it may be necessary to add in the way of explanation that I am a "junior" barrister in good practice. I come from the channel Island of Jersey. The French spelling of my name (Lefranc) was Anglicized generations since--in the days when the letter "k" was still used in England at the end of words which now terminate in "c." We hold our heads high nevertheless as a Jersey family. It is to this day a trial to my father to hear his son described as a member of the English bar. "Rest!" I repeated when my medical adviser had done. "My good friend are you aware that it is term-time? The courts are sitting. Look at the briefs waiting for me on that table! Rest means ruin in my case."