"My dear sir, they are very poor people. Think of the expense, and it would be of no use, no use whatever."
"Leave the expense to me, and also the chance of its doing any good. I should never have an easy moment if I let that little lad die without having done all in my power. Two heads are better than one. Do you object to consulting with Dr. H——?"
"By no means, Mr. Hinton. He is a noted authority on such cases."
"Then be here in an hour from now, doctor, and you shall meet him."
Away flew Hinton, and within the specified time the great authority on such cases was standing by little Harold's bedside.
"The fever is over, but the child is sinking from exhaustion. Give him a glass of champagne instantly," were the first directions given by the great man.
Hinton returned with a bottle of the best his money could purchase in ten minutes.
A tablespoonful was given to the child. He opened his eyes and seemed revived.
"Ah! that is good. I will stay with the little fellow to-night," said Dr. H——. "You, madam," he added, looking at Mrs. Home, "are to go to bed. On no other condition do I stay."
Hinton and Dr. H—— shared that night's watch between them, and in the morning the little life was pronounced safe.