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se. "He can not move hence for some days at least. I am going to London--shall I call on your relations, and tell some of them to join you?" "No, thank you, sir," answered Helen, coloring. "But do not fear; I can nurse papa. I think he has been worse before--that is, he has complained more." The homeopathist rose and took two strides across the room, then he paused by the bed, and listened to the breathing of the sleeping man. He stole back to the child, who was still kneeling, took her in his arms, and kissed her. "Tamm it," said he, angrily, and putting her down, "go to bed now--you are not wanted any more." "Please, sir," said Helen, "I can not leave him so. If he wakes he would miss me." The doctor's hand trembled; he had recourse to his globules. "Anxiety, grief suppressed," muttered he. "Don't you want to cry, my dear? Cry--do!" "I can't," murmured Helen. "_Pulsatilla!_" said the doctor, almost with triumph. "I said so from the first. Open your mouth--here! Good night. My room is opposite--No. 6; call me if he wakes." CHAPTER XIII. At seven o'clock Dr. Dosewell arrived, and was shown into the room of the homeopathist, who, already up and dressed, had visited his patient. "My name is Morgan," said the homeopathist--"I am a physician. I leave in your hands a patient whom, I fear, neither I nor you can restore. Come and look at him." The two doctors went into the sick-room. Mr. Digby was very feeble, but he had recovered his consciousness, and inclined his head courteously. "I am sorry to cause so much trouble," said he. The homeopathist drew away Helen; the allopathist seated himself by the bedside and put his questions, felt the pulse, sounded the lungs, and looked at the tongue of the patient. Helen's eye was fixed on the strange doctor, and her color rose, and her eye sparkled when he got up cheerfully, and said in a pleasant voice, "You may have a little tea." "Tea!" growled the homeopathist--"barbarian!" "He is better, then, sir?" said Helen, creeping to the allopathist. "Oh, yes, my dear--certainly; and we shall do very well, I hope." The two doctors then withdrew. "Last about a week!" said Dr. Dosewell, smiling pleasantly, and showing a very white set of teeth. "I should have said a month; but our systems are different," replied Dr. Morgan, drily. DR. DOSEWELL (courteously).--"We country doctors bow to our metropolitan superiors; what would you advise? You
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