Yussuf the Guide | Page 2

doctor, what do you really think about the poor dear?
You see he's like my own boy. Didn't I nurse him when he was a baby,
and didn't his poor mother beg of me to always look after him? And I
have. Nobody can't say he ever had a shirt with a button off, or a hole
in his clean stockings, or put on anything before it was aired till it was
dry as a bone. But now tell me what you really think of him."
"That I can do nothing whatever, Mrs Dunn," said the doctor kindly.
"Our London winters are killing him, and I have no faith in the south of
England doing any good. The only hope is a complete change to a
warmer land."
"But I couldn't let him go to a horrible barbarous foreign country, sir."
"Not to save his life, Mrs Dunn?"

"Oh, dear! oh, dear! oh, dear!" sighed the old lady. "It's very hard when
I'd lay down my life to save him, and me seeing him peek and pine
away and growing so weak. I know it was that skating accident as did it.
Him nearly a quarter of an hour under the ice, and the receiving-house
doctor working for an hour before he could bring him to."
"I'm afraid that was the start of his illness, Mrs Dunn."
"I'm sure of it, doctor. Such a fine lad as he was, and he has never been
the same since. What am I to do? Nobody takes any interest in the poor
boy but me."
"Well, I should write at once to the professor and tell him that Mr
Lawrence is in a critical condition, and also to his father's executor, Mr
Burne, and insist upon my patient being taken for the winter to a milder
clime."
"And they won't stir a peg. I believe they'll both be glad to hear that he
is dead, for neither of them cares a straw about him, poor boy."
There had been a double knock while this conversation was going on in
Guildford Street, Russell Square, and after the pattering of steps on the
oil-cloth in the hall the door was opened, and the murmur of a gruff
voice was followed by the closing of the front door, and then a series of
three sounds, as if someone was beginning to learn a deep brass
instrument, and Mrs Dunn started up.
"It's Mr Burne. Now, doctor, you tell him yourself."
Directly after, a keen-eyed grey little gentleman of about fifty was
shown in, with a snuff-box in one hand, a yellow silk handkerchief in
the other, and he looked sharply about as he shook hands in a hurried
way, and then sat down.
"Hah! glad to see you, doctor. Now about this client of yours. Patient I
mean. You're not going to let him slip through your fingers?"
"I'm sorry to say, Mr Burne--"

"Bless me! I am surprised. Been so busy. Poor boy! Snuff snuff snuff.
Take a pinch? No, you said you didn't. Bad habit. Bless my soul, how
sad!"
Mr Burne, the family solicitor, jumped up when he blew his nose. Sat
down to take some more snuff, and got up again to offer a pinch to the
doctor.
"Really, Mr Burne, there is only one thing that I can suggest--"
"And that's what Mrs Dunn here told me."
There was a most extraordinary performance upon the nose, which
made Mrs Dunn raise her hands, and then bring them down heavily in
her lap, and exclaim:
"Bless me, man, don't do that!"
"Ah, Mrs Dunn," cried the lawyer; "what have you been about?
Nothing to do but attend upon your young master, and you've got him
into a state like this."
"Well of all--"
"Tut tut! hold your tongue, Mrs Dunn, what's gone by can't be recalled.
I've been very busy lately fighting a cousin of the poor boy, who was
trying to get his money."
"And what's the good of his money, sir, if he isn't going to live?"
"Tut tut, Mrs Dunn," said the lawyer, blowing his nose more softly,
"but he is. I telegraphed to Oxford last night for Professor Preston to
meet me here at eleven this morning. I have had no answer, but he may
come. Eccentric man, Mrs Dunn."
"Why you're never going to have him here to talk the poor boy to
death."
"Indeed but I am, Mrs Dunn, for I do not believe what you say is

possible, unless done by a woman--an old woman," said the lawyer
looking at the old lady fixedly.
"Well I'm sure!" exclaimed Mrs Dunn, and the doctor rose.
"You had better get that prescription made up, Mrs Dunn, and go on as
before."
"One moment, doctor," said the lawyer, and he drew