father's room--he shall rest on my father's bed."

When the surgeon arrived, he declared Waife to be in imminent danger--
pressure on the brain. He prescribed prompt and vigorous remedies, which
had indeed before the surgeon's arrival suggested themselves to, and been
partly commenced by, Darrell, who had gone through too many varieties of
experience to be unversed in the rudiments of leechcraft. "If I were in
my guest's state," asked Darrell of the practitioner, "what would you
do?"

"Telegraph instantly for Dr. F------."

"Lionel--you hear? Take my own horse--he will carry you like the wind.
Off to --------; it is the nearest telegraph station."

Darrell did not stir from Waife's bedside all that anxious eight. Dr.
F------ arrived at morning. He approved of all that had been done, but
nevertheless altered the treatment; and after staying some hours, said to
Darrell: "I am compelled to leave you for the present, nor could I be of
use in staying. I have given all the aid in my power to Nature--we must
leave the rest to Nature herself. That fever--those fierce throes and
spasms--are but Nature's efforts to cast off the grasp of the enemy we do
not see. It now depends on what degree of rallying power be left to the
patient. Fortunately his frame is robust, yet not plethoric. Do you
know his habits?"

"I know," answered George--" most temperate, most innocent."

"Then, with constant care, minute attention to my directions, he may
recover."