"Will it cure me?
"It may relieve you very much."
"Will it cure me, I say?" said the old man, sharply.
"I cannot say; I can only promise temporary relief from its use."
"I won't take it. I thank you for your patience, and shall be glad to see you again; but I won't take your medicine."
"If you were a child, sir, I would compel you to take it; but as it is, I can only recommend the continual application of cold bandages to your head. I will call in this evening," said the doctor, kindly, as he left the room.
"May!"
"I am here by you, sir."
"It is not too late to do you an act of justice."
"Oh, dear, dear uncle!" said May, earnestly, "forget me; forget the affairs of earth, and think of the judgment beyond the grave! Oh, sir! indeed—indeed, I fear, that the time is too short to be wasted on perishing things."