The Argosy . r. Fitzgilbert must nowtake chief control of the case ; it was difficult to conceal a certainfeeling of soreness in the matter. Perhaps we should have felt thesame under similar circumstances. Dr. O., who had merely beencalled in in consultation, retired from the field. His duties wereended. It was arranged that Dr. N. should call in occasionally, and Letters from Majorca. 221 that Dr. M. should continue his attendance in conjunction with But Dr. M. very soon declared that he could not agree with thenew treatment; could not sanction it or give it the light of hisco
The Argosy . r. Fitzgilbert must nowtake chief control of the case ; it was difficult to conceal a certainfeeling of soreness in the matter. Perhaps we should have felt thesame under similar circumstances. Dr. O., who had merely beencalled in in consultation, retired from the field. His duties wereended. It was arranged that Dr. N. should call in occasionally, and Letters from Majorca. 221 that Dr. M. should continue his attendance in conjunction with But Dr. M. very soon declared that he could not agree with thenew treatment; could not sanction it or give it the light of hiscountenance. Under its effects the patient must sink. And perhaps from his own point of view he was right. TheEnghsh and Mallorcan constitutions are essentially different, andwhat would cure in the one case might possibly kill in the I think that A. could never have survived the Mallorcantreatment. What the English is to do for him, still weighs in thebalance; time alone can bring us the Near Palma. Not Dr. M. only protested against the new departure. The verymorning after Dr. Fitzgilberts arrival, the medical Paganini enteredthe sick-room, playfully toying with his shears, for which he evidentlypossesses a tender affection ; gave one look at the condition of affairs,and fled with a howl and a rapidity that might have led one toimagine he was being pursued by that evil spirit with whom themusical Paganini was said to have dealings. He fled; and he never returned. We have not seen him again,with the exception of one morning when the doctor and I paid avisit to the chemist. As we entered by one door, he caught sight ofus and fled by the other; fled, without a moments pause, with thesentence he was uttering unfinished. Shears in hand, he disappearedrapidly down the narrow street, as silent and almost as intangible as 2 22 Letters from Majorca, a shadow. Yet there was something so quaint and funny about him,that, in spite of his eccentricity : nay, perhaps fo
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