“Then perhaps you will be able to assign some cause for this seizure. Was Mr. Pell excited by anything in particular when it took him?”
Rex hesitated. Remembering how Sydney had been affected by learning that he had revealed the facts about Mr. Tyler’s will to Scott, he felt that he ought not to speak of the matter to any one else.
“Yes, he was excited by a—a family affair,” he replied, hoping this was all he need say on the matter.
“Humph!” muttered the physician, and he not only took another critical look at Sydney’s face, but favored Rex with a long stare, too.
“Will he be well enough to go down to Marley to-night?” asked the latter.
“You live out of town then?” returned the doctor. “There’s no place where you could take him here in the city?”
“None, but a hotel,” rejoined Rex. “And I’m sure my mother would rather have him home.”
At this point Sydney stirred and opened his eyes. He looked first at the doctor, frowned deeply, and then as Rex came forward within his range of vision, he beckoned the boy to him.
Rex hurried over and knelt by his side.
“Who is that?” asked Sydney.