"No; I feel much better—more confident, I mean—now that you have come to me."
"I am going to see you through this bout, Aylmer," said Keith; "so rest comfortable, old man. I won't desert you."
"The sound of your voice makes me feel ever so much better."
Keith arranged the sick boy's pillows. He then put the bottles back on the table, and noticed that two doses had been taken from the larger bottle, and that there was enough of the smaller one to last until the next day.
"I wish the doctor would come," said Aylmer, after a pause. "I know by my feelings that I am going to have another paroxysm of that awful pain."
He had scarcely said the words before the doctor softly opened the room door and entered. He was a clever young man, with all sorts of up-to-date knowledge, he made a careful examination of the patient, and the expression on his face was grave.
"He ought to have a trained nurse," he said.
"You must have one to-morrow, Aylmer," here interrupted Keith.—"Perhaps, Dr. Armstrong, you will choose a nurse and send her in."
"You ought to have a nurse to-night, Aylmer."
"Oh no, no; Keith has promised to look after me to-night."