I resolved upon a course of reading,but it was a question what books to get.Krebs could have told me,if he had lived.I even thought once of writing Perry Blackwood to ask him to make a list of the volumes in Krebs's little library;but I was ashamed to do this.
Dr.Strafford still remained with me.Not many years out of the medical school,he had inspired me with a liking for him and a respect for his profession,and when he informed me one day that he could no longer conscientiously accept the sum I was paying him,I begged him to stay on.
He was a big and wholesome young man,companionable,yet quiet and unobtrusive,watchful without appearing to be so,with the innate as well as the cultivated knowledge of psychology characteristic of the best modern physicians.When I grew better I came to feel that he had given his whole mind to the study of my case,though he never betrayed it in his conversation.
"Strafford,"I said to him one morning with such an air of unconcern as Icould muster,"I've an idea I'd like to read a little science.Could you recommend a work on biology?"I chose biology because I thought he would know something about it.
"Popular biology,Mr.Paret?"