"You know we are so
often asked whether we belong to Joseph Brownlow, that one forgets to
mention it every time; but that day, when Dr. Medlicott took me to
the Westminster hospital, we fell in with Dr. Ruthven, and after the
usual disappointment on finding I was only the nephew and not the
son, he said, 'Joseph Brownlow would have been a great man if he had
lived. I owe a great deal to a hint he once gave me?'"
"He ought to see these notes," said Jock. "It strikes me that there
is a clue here to that difficulty he mentions in that published paper
of his."
"You ought to show it to him," said John.
"You ought," said Jock.
"Do you know much about him?" asked Mother Carey. "I don't think I
ever saw him, though I know his name. A fashionable physician, is he
not?"
"A very good man," said John. "A great West-end swell just come to
be the acknowledged head in his own line. I suppose it is just what
my uncle would have been ten years ago, if he had been spared."
"May we show it to him, mother?" said Jock. "I should think he was
quite to be trusted with it. I see! I was reading an account of
this method of his to Dr. Lucas one day, and he was much interested
and tried to tell me something about my father; but it was after his
speech grew so imperfect, and he was so much excited and distressed
that I had to lead him away from the subject.
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