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him. He's in a decline."

"There, sir, you hear," said the lawyer. "Now, then, what's to be done?"
"Done!" cried the professor, with a display of animation that surprised
the others. "He must be removed to a warmer country at once. I had no
idea that matters were so bad as this. Mr Burne, Mrs Dunn, I am a
student much interested in a work I am writing on the Byzantine empire,
and I was starting in a few days for Asia Minor. My passage was taken.
But all that must be set aside, and I will stop and see to my dear old
friend's son."
Poo woomp poomp. Pah!
Mr Burne blew a perfectly triumphal blast with his pocket-handkerchief,
took out his snuff-box, put it back, jumped up, and, crossing to where
the professor was standing, shook his hand very warmly, and without a
word, while Mrs Dunn wiped her eyes upon her very stiff watered silk
apron, but found the result so unsatisfactory that she smoothed it down,
and hunted out a pocket-handkerchief from somewhere among the folds
of her dress and polished her eyes dry.
Then she seemed as if she put a sob in that piece of white cambric, and
wrapped it up carefully, just as if it were something solid, doubling the
handkerchief over and over and putting it in her pocket before going up
to the professor and kissing his hand.
"Ha!" said the latter, smiling at first one and then the other. "This is
very good of you. I don't often find people treat me so kindly as this.
You see, I am such an abstracted, dreamy man. I devote myself so much
to my studies that I think of nothing else. My friends have given me up,
and--and I'm afraid they laugh at me. I am writing, you see, a great
work upon the old Roman occupation of--. Dear me! I'm wandering off
again. Mrs Dunn, can I not see my old friend's son?"
"To be sure you can, sir. Pray, come," cried the old lady; and, leading
the way, she ushered the two visitors out into the hall, the professor
following last, consequent upon having gone back to fetch the two big
folio volumes; but recollecting himself, and colouring like an
ingenuous girl, he took them back, and laid them upon the dining-room

table.
Mrs Dunn paused at the drawing-room door and held up a finger.
"Please, be very quiet with him, gentlemen," she said. "The poor boy is
very weak, and you must not stay long."
The lawyer nodded shortly, the professor bent his head in acquiescence,
and the old lady opened the drawing-room door.
CHAPTER THREE.
A PLAN IS MADE.
As they entered, a pale attenuated lad of about seventeen, who was
lying back in an easy-chair, with his head supported by a pillow, and a
book in his hand, turned to them slightly, and his unnaturally large eyes
had in them rather a wondering look, which was succeeded by a smile
as the professor strode to his side, and took his long, thin, girlish hand.
"Why, Lawrence, my boy, I did not know you were so ill."
"Ill? Nonsense, man!" said the lawyer shortly. "He's not ill. Are you,
my lad?"
He shook hands rather roughly as he spoke from the other side of the
invalid lad's chair, while Mrs Dunn gave her hands an impatient jerk,
and went behind to brush the long dark hair from the boy's forehead.
He turned up his eyes to her to smile his thanks, and then laid his cheek
against the hand that had been smoothing his hair.
"No, Mr Burne, I don't think I'm ill," he said in a low voice. "I only feel
as if I were so terribly weak and tired. I get too tired to read sometimes,
and I never do anything at all to make me so."
"Hah!" ejaculated the lawyer.
"I thought it was the doctor come back," continued the lad. "I say, Mr

Preston--you are my guardian, you know--is there any need for him to
come? I am so tired of cod-liver oil."
"Yah!" ejaculated the lawyer; "it would tire anybody but a lamp."
He snorted this out, and then blew another blast upon his nose, which
made some ornament upon the chimney-piece rattle.
"Doctor?" said the professor rather dreamily, as he sat down beside the
patient. "I suppose he knows best. I did not know you were so ill, my
boy."
"I'm not ill, sir."
"But they say you are, my lad. I was going abroad; but I heard that you
were not so well, and--and I came up."
"I am very glad," said the lad, "for it is very dull lying here. Old Dunny
is very good to me, only she will bother me so