with a sullen sense of injury lowering on his heavy eyebrows,
and working sourly in the lines at the corners of his mouth.

"My position is forced on me," he said. "I have no choice but
to accept it."

The doctor's impulsive nature rose in revolt against the
merciless brevity and gracelessness of that reply. "I wish to
God," he broke out fervently, "I knew English enough to take
your place at Mr. Armadale's bedside!"

"Bating your taking the name of the Almighty in vain," answered
the Scotchman, "I entirely agree with you. I wish you did."

Without another word on either side, they left the room
together--the doctor leading the way.

CHAPTER III.

THE WRECK OF THE TIMBER SHIP.

NO one answered the doctor's knock when he and his companion
reached the antechamber door of Mr. Armadale's apartments. They
entered unannounced; and when they looked into the sitting-room,
the sitting-room was empty.

"I must see Mrs. Armadale," said Mr. Neal. "I decline acting in
the matter unless Mrs. Armadale authorizes my interference with
her own lips."