Richard Forrest, Bachelor — page 198: what you’re looking at

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ARTHUR'S FOLLY. 189 missed patient and after prescribing for him promised to stop in again a few hours later. He kept his word, only to find Mr. Eldridge in a raging fever. | ‘*Who permitted this man to commit sucha folly as this? It was sheer suicide,’’ he demanded, impatiently, upon learning of his ride. On hearing that there was no one, save the unconscious victim himself upon whom he could fix the blame, he scolded no more, but on being told that Miss Cameron was in charge of the household and its affairs ~ for the present, he called her aside. ‘You say Mrs. Eldridge is in Cannes?’’ he asked. ‘‘Yes, doctor, but she may be telegraphed for at once if necessary.’’ The man of medicine reflected a moment. ‘“‘“Not to-night. Fevers of this sort take a turn for the better or worse in a few hours, and I think hea is not seri- ously ill. Give this to him faithfully yourself. Note well that you administer ten drops in water every two hours during the night—not more. Twelve would prove fatal. See, the directions are on the bottle. Can I trust you?’’ Miss Cameron received the vial with its contents of a deep-green hue, and shortly afterward the doctor took his departure. At seven o’clock the butler appeared at the door to know where she preferred to have her dinner served, for on pleasant evenings this meal was frequently partaken of on a little balcony opening off the library and overlooking the sea. “Bring a little tea and toast to my room in an hour,’’ she replied. ‘I am not hungry to-night. ’’ Then she re-entered the sick-chamber. Mr. Eldridge lay tossing as restlessly as ever, muttering EONNIELOOO KS, EC) aa