He died three months after I first knew him, but
whatever is worth having in me is owing to him."
"Was he the father of these boys?"
"Yes; I saw a likeness in the nephew who came down yesterday, and I
see it in both the others."
"Of course you would wish to do all that is possible for them?"
"I should feel it the greatest honour. Still my first duty is to
you, and you have told me that your mother wished you to keep your
brother out of the way of his schoolfellow."
"My mother would not wish to deprive her worst enemy of your care in
such need as this," said Lord Fordham, smiling. "Besides if this
friend of Cecil's were ever so bad, he couldn't do him much harm
while he is ill, poor boy. We will at any rate stay to get them
through the next few days, and then we can judge. I will settle it
with my mother."
"I knew you would say so," rejoined the doctor. "Thank you. Then it
seems to me that the right course will be to write to Mrs. Evelyn,
inclosing a note to Dr. Lucas-—who it seems is Mrs. Brownlow's chief
reliance—-asking him to find someone to send out. She, can send it
on to him if she disapproves of our remaining together longer than is
absolutely necessary, or if Leukerbad disagrees with you. Meantime,
I'll go and see whether Reeves has found any men to carry the poor
boys.
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