[Here the written pages in a notebook of Hugh Paull’s abruptly ended.]
CHAPTER IV.
A MORAL DUEL.
“Dr. Hildyard wishes to see you, sir.”
“Where is the doctor?” Hugh asked, putting aside the notebook in which he was writing.
A short, square man, with shaggy grey hair and keen blue eyes, came bustling in.
“How are you, Paull? Want a few words with you on private business.”
“Certainly,” said Hugh, bringing up a chair; but the doctor impatiently waved his hand.
“No, no! I ought to be miles away as it is. Do you remember that case of Sir Roderick Pym?”
Did he remember it? But the doctor was utterly unconscious that he was ironical.
“Ah! Well, you pulled him round, and watched his progress so closely that I should be glad of your opinion in a case of mine, very like his.”