"I have been called to attend him once before," he said. "He is not at all strong, and this may prove worse than you imagine."
"Will it be fatal?" I cried.
"I trust not, but I cannot say for certain. The best thing is to get him home where he can have perfect quiet."
At these words Gus began to shed tears. I could not help but feel sorry for him, and also for my aunt and my cousin Lillian when they should hear the news.
I went out and procured the easiest coach I could find, and inside of it we placed Mr. Stillwell, with the physician beside him, and Gus on the seat with the driver.
"Are you coming along?" asked my cousin.
"No; but I will be up later," I replied.
We watched the coach out of sight up the busy street, and then Mr. Canning and I returned to the office.
"It is a bad state of affairs," said the junior partner. "I doubt, after what the doctor has said, if your uncle ever puts foot in the office again."
"I hardly know what to do," I replied.
And to tell the truth, my mind was in a whirl of excitement. The unexpected turn of affairs bewildered me.
