is knees near a column to which a crucifix
was hung, and lifted up his hands and soul in fervent prayer.
CHAPTER XV.
The physician had installed Paula in her new home, and had introduced
her to the family who were henceforth to be her protectors, and to
enable her to lead a happier life.
He had but a few minutes to devote to her and her hosts; for scarcely
had he taken her into the spacious rooms, gay with flowers, of which she
now took possession, when he was enquired for by two messengers, both
anxious to speak with him. Paula knew how critical her uncle's state
was, and now, contemplating the probability of losing him, she first
understood what he had been to her. Thus sorrow was her first companion
in her new abode--a sorrow to which the comfort of her pretty, airy
rooms added keenness.
One of the messengers was a young Arab from the other side of the river,
who handed to Philippus a letter from the merchant Haschim. The old man
informed him that, in consequence of a bad fall his eldest son had had,
he was forced to start at once for Djiddah on the Red Sea. He begged the
physician to take every care of his caravan-leader, to whom he was much
attached, to remove him when he thought fit from the governor's house,
and to nurse him till he was well, in some quiet retreat. He would bear
in mind the commission given him by the daughter of the illustrious
Thomas. He sent with this letter a purse well-filled with gold pieces.
The other messenger was to take the leech back again in the light
chariot with the fast horses to the suffering Mukaukas. He at once
obeyed the summons, and the steeds, which the driver did not spare, soon
carried him back to the governor's house.
A glance at his patient told him that this was the beginning of the end;
still, faithful to his principle of never abandoning hope till the
heart of the sufferer had ceased to beat, he raised the senseless man,
heedless of Orion, who was on his knees by his father's pillow, signed
to the deaconess in attendance, an experienced nurse, and laid cool,
wet cloths on the head and neck of the sufferer, who was stricken with
apoplexy. Then he bled him.
Presently the Mukaukas wearily opened his eyes, turned uneasily from
side to side, and recognizing his kneeling son and his wife, bathed in
tears, he murmured, almost inarticulately, for his paralyzed tongue no
longer did his will: "Two pillules, Philip!"
The physician unhesitatingly acceded to
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