"No, sir, none worth the name o' men. I'll step over to the hotel and get a couple o' their porters."
"That will do."
"Doctor, if there are any extraordinary arrangements to make, I am Mrs. Traquair Campbell."
"I know you, Mrs. Campbell. I have a very true knowledge of you."
"Then, sir, give your orders to me. What do you wish?"
"I wish you to leave the room. If your dinner is ready, you had better eat it. I may want your man for some time."
"Sir, you are rude. Will you remember this is my house?"
"It is not your house. It is your son's house, and this lady, I take it, is his wife. So then, it is her house."
"Yes, she is my son's wife, more's the pity, more's the shame, more's the sorrow——"
"My God, woman! Have you no heart, no pity, no sense of duty to a sick woman?" As he spoke he rose, and with an angry face and long strides walked to the door and threw it wide open, uttering only one fierce word: "Go!"