You have consulted me too late--the disease is too far advanced.

But it is my duty to tell you that life would certainly be prolonged in a warmer climate." "There, David," and the Rev Rupert Carlyon looked pleadingly at his son.
"Wait a moment, father," returned David firmly; "I have not quite finished my questions.

Let us understand each other, doctor.

If I go away, you tell me my life will be prolonged--do you mean for years ?" Dr.Broderick shook his head.
"Oh, I see"-- but David tried not to look at his father's pinched, white face--"you mean months probably ?" "Yes--yes," returned the doctor hurriedly; "with care, and under favourable circumstances, there might be no further breakdown for another year; but"-- with a keen look at his patient--"I will not undertake to promise this." "I quite understand," returned David quietly.

"Dr.Broderick, I am sorry, but I cannot take your prescription.