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Mallison came to Wimperfield at the same hour as on the occasion of his first visit. He was with the patient for nearly half-an-hour, and he confabulated with Mr. Fosbroke for at least another half hour, so it could not be said that he performed the physician's duty in a careless or perfunctory manner.
In the meantime he had seen Andrew Mallison and the hotel man said he would willingly hire him for the summer as soon as the season opened, and also give Frank Randolph a situation. "You had better be my guest until that time," said Ned to our hero, when he heard of this. "Thank you, Ned, but I don't wish to remain idle so long." The very next mail after this talk brought news for our hero.
He was lounging by the open window, smoking; his books and papers were scattered about the tables in reckless disorder. 'Dr. Mallison has come to see you, Brian, said Ida, quietly, as the physician followed her into the room. 'You sent for him, then! exclaimed Brian, starting up angrily. 'There was no alternative; you refused to be attended by Mr. Fosbroke.
"That is certainly too bad for you," said Joe. "And you can't find any trace of Caven or Malone?" "No, both of the rascals have disappeared completely. I tried to trace Caven and his broker friend in Philadelphia but it was of no use. More than likely they have gone to some place thousands of miles away." "Yes, and probably this Ball, or Malone, has joined them," put in Andrew Mallison. "Mr.
The season was now drawing to a close, and our hero began to wonder what he had best do when boating was over. "I wonder if I couldn't strike something pretty good in Philadelphia?" he asked himself. The idea of going to one of the big cities appealed to him strongly. One afternoon, on coming in from a trip across the lake, Joe found Andrew Mallison in conversation with Mr.
He gave a peremptory order for a second nurse, an able-bodied experienced woman, who could relieve Towler in his now most onerous duties duties growing hourly more painful, since the last development of the patient's delirium was a violent hatred of his attendant, who, as he believed, was always lying in wait to do him some injury. Dr. Mallison also advised that Mrs.
"Out of a place once again," thought our hero, rather dismally. "What's to do next?" This was not an easy question to answer. He looked around for another opening but, finding none, resolved to pay a visit to Riverside. "I can call on the Gussings, and on Ned," he thought. "I know all of them will be glad to see me. And maybe Mr. Mallison will be wanting to make some arrangements for next summer.
'I mean, while he made his mistake while he thought he was in love with Helen. 'It wasn't a question of that. It was to be a match of reason, and friendship everybody knew, Althea stammered. 'Was it? said Mrs. Mallison with deep interest. 'I see, like yours and Gerald's. 'Oh Althea was not able in her headlong course to do more than glance at the implications that whizzed past.
'If you think there is danger I will telegraph for Mallison. 'There is always danger in this stage of the malady, especially in the case of a patient of Mr. Wendover's age. The season, too, is unfavourable the mortality in this complaint is nearly double in summer.
"Well, but it is a sad thing to have a spirited tall rogue turn pimp to balls and rams, and Mrs. Lascelles will be inconsolable," Sir Gresley considered. "Hey, what's that? Did you not hear a noise up-stairs?" "I do not think," said the Colonel, "that Mallison finds her so. Yes, i'cod! I suppose that tipsy boy has turned over a table." "But you astound me," Sir Gresley interrupted.
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