“A splitting one,” replied the boy.
“And a pain in your back?”
“Fearful pain,” and the boy groaned.
“I will send for a doctor,” said the Judge. “Will you eat anything?”
“O, no, no; thank you,” and he shook his head.
The Judge went downstairs and telephoned to his physician. Then he went back to the dining room and finished his breakfast.
As he left the dining room the doctor arrived. Not his own family physician, to the Judge’s disappointment, but his assistant.
“I wished to see Dr. Moberly,” he said to the young man, who pleasantly informed him that Dr. Moberly was in New York.
The Judge said nothing, but on accompanying him to the English boy’s room he saw that the young man was considerably puzzled by the case.
One minute he said he thought the lad was sickening for measles, then he inclined to scarlet fever, then to a feverish cold.