But Christie bore it very patiently, for he loved his old master more than he had loved any one since his mother died; and love can bear many things. Still, he did wish he could find some one or something to comfort Treffy, and to make him better. "Master Treffy," he said one night, "shall I fetch the doctor to you?" "No, no, Christie, boy," said Treffy; "let me be, let me be." But Christie was not to be so easily put off. What if Treffy should die, and leave him alone in the world again? The little attic, dismal though it was, had been a home to Christie, and it had been good to have some one to love him once again. He would be very, very lonely if Treffy died; and the old man was growing very thin and pale, and his hands were very trembling and feeble; he could scarcely turn the old organ now. And Christie had heard of old people "breaking up," as it is called, and then going off suddenly; and he began to be very much afraid old Treffy would do the same. He _must_ get some one to come and see his old master. The landlady of the house had fallen downstairs and broken her arm. A doctor came to see _her_, Christie knew; oh, if he would only step upstairs and look at old Treffy! It was such a little way from the landlady's room to the attic, and it would only take him a few minutes. And then Christie could ask him what was the matter with the old man, and whether old Treffy would get better. These thoughts kept Christie awake a long time that night; he turned restlessly on his pillow, and felt very troubled and anxious. The moonlight streamed into the room, and fell on old Treffy's face as he lay on his bed in the corner. Christie raised himself on his elbow, and looked at him. Yes, he _did_ look very wasted and ill. Oh, how he hoped Treffy would not go away, as his mother had done, and leave him behind! And Christie cried himself to sleep that night. The next day he watched about on the stairs till the landlady's doctor came. Old Treffy thought him very idle because he would not go out with the organ; but Christie put him off with first one excuse and then another, and kept looking out of the window and down the court, that he might see the doctor's carriage stop at the entrance. When at last the doctor came, Christie watched him go into the landlady's room and sat at the door till he came out. He shut the door quickly after him, and was running down the steps, when he heard an eager voice calling after him. "Please, sir, please, sir," said Christie. "Well, my boy, what do you want?" said the doctor. "Please, sir--don't be cross, sir, but if you _would_ walk upstairs a minute into the attic, sir; it's old Treffy, and he's ever so poorly." "Who _is_ old Treffy?" asked the doctor. "He's my old master; that's to say, he takes care of me,--at least it's me that takes care of him, please, sir." The doctor did not quite know what to make of this lucid explanation. However, he turned round and began slowly to ascend the attic stairs.