“I hope you are not his only nurse? I am sure you do not look able to bear such fatigue. Has he a physician? Is he properly attended?”
“No, madam; he has no physician, and no attendance at all!”
“And is it possible that in such a situation you can refuse to be assisted? Surely you should accept some help for him, if not for yourself.”
“But what will that signify when, if I do, he will not make use of it? and when he had a thousand and a thousand times rather die, than let any one know he is in want?”
“Take it, then, unknown to him; serve him without acquainting him you serve him. Surely you would not suffer him to perish without aid?”
“Heaven forbid! But what can I do? I am under his command, madam, not he under mine!”
“Is he your father?—Pardon my question, but your youth seems much to want such a protector.”
“No, madam, I have no father! I was happier when I had! He is my brother.”
“And what is his illness?”
“A fever.”