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spoke.
    â€˜The child?’ he said in English, with a slow, thick, labouring articulation.
    â€˜The child is safe upstairs,’ she answered, faintly.
    â€˜My desk?’
    â€˜It is in my hands. Look! I won’t trust it to anybody; I am taking care of it for you myself.’
    He closed his eyes for the first time after that answer, and said no more. Tenderly and skilfully he was carried up the stairs, with his wife on one side of him, and the doctor (ominously silent) on the other. The landlord and the servants following, saw the door of his room open and close on him; heard the lady burst out crying hysterically as soon as she was alone with the doctor and the sick man; saw the doctor come out, half an hour later, with his ruddy face a shade paler than usual; pressed him eagerly for information, and received but one answer to all their inquiries, – ‘Wait till I have seen him to-morrow. Ask me nothingtonight.’ They all knew the doctor’s ways, and they augured ill when he left them hurriedly with that reply.
    So the two first English visitors of the year came to the Baths of Wildbad, in the season of eighteen hundred and thirty-two.

CHAPTER II

THE SOLID SIDE OF THE SCOTCH CHARACTER
    At ten o’clock the next morning, Mr Neal – waiting for the medical visit which he had himself appointed for that hour – looked at his watch, and discovered to his amazement, that he was waiting in vain. It was close on eleven when the door opened at last, and the doctor entered the room.
    â€˜I appointed ten o’clock for your visit,’ said Mr Neal. ‘In my country, a medical man is a punctual man.’
    â€˜In my country,’ returned the doctor, without the least ill-humour, ‘a medical man is exactly like other men – he is at the mercy of accidents. Pray grant me your pardon, sir, for being so long after my time; I have been detained by a very distressing case – the case of Mr Armadale, whose travelling carriage you passed on the road yesterday.’
    Mr Neal looked at his medical attendant with a sour surprise. There was a latent anxiety in the doctor’s eye, a latent pre-occupation in the doctor’s manner, which he was at a loss to account for. For a moment, the two faces confronted each other silently, in marked national contrast – the Scotchman’s, long and lean, hard and regular; the German’s, plump and florid, soft and shapeless. One face looked as if it had never been young; the other, as if it would never grow old.
    â€˜Might I venture to remind you,’ said Mr Neal, ‘that the case now under consideration, is MY case, and not Mr Armadale’s?’
    â€˜Certainly,’ replied the doctor, still vacillating between 1 the case he had come to see, and the case he had just left. ‘You appear to be suffering from lameness – let me look at your foot.’
    Mr Neal’s malady, however serious it might be in his own estimation, was of no extraordinary importance in a medical point of view. He was suffering from a rheumatic affection of the ankle-joint. 2 The necessary questions were asked and answered, and the necessary baths were prescribed. In ten minutes the consultation was at an end, and thepatient was waiting, in significant silence, for the medical adviser to take his leave.
    â€˜I cannot conceal from myself,’ said the doctor, rising, and hesitating a little, ‘that I am intruding on you. But I am compelled to beg your indulgence, if I return to the subject of Mr Armadale.’
    â€˜May I ask what compels you?’
    â€˜The duty which I owe as a Christian,’ answered the doctor, ‘to a dying man.’
    Mr Neal started. Those who touched his sense of religious duty touched the quickest sense in his nature. ‘You have established your claim on my attention,’ he said, gravely. ‘My time is yours.’
    â€˜I will not abuse your kindness,’ replied the doctor,