He will give His angels charge over us,
and in their hands they will bear us up, for He hears and sees everywhere,
and His angels are innumerable.'
He was now speaking gently and solemnly, and paused. But another vein of
thought he had unconsciously opened in my mind, and I said--
'And had my dear papa no other medical adviser?'
He looked at me sharply, and flushed a little under his dark tint. His
medical skill was, perhaps, the point on which his human vanity vaunted
itself, and I dare say there was something very disparaging in my tone.
'And if he _had_ no other, he might have done worse. I've had many critical
cases in my hands, Miss Ruthyn. I can't charge myself with any miscarriage
through ignorance. My diagnosis in Mr. Ruthyn's case has been verified by
the result. But I was _not_ alone; Sir Clayton Barrow saw him, and took my
view; a note will reach him in London. But this, excuse me, is not to the
present purpose. The late Mr. Ruthyn told me I was to receive a key
from you, which would open a cabinet where he had placed his will--ha!
thanks,--in his study. And, I think, as there may be directions about
the funeral, it had better be read forthwith.
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