Hunston coughed.
There was no mistaking the doctor's meaning.
The conversation hung fire for a moment.
"I can quite understand that you may dream of many things which would scarcely bear repetition."
"That's not the case," angrily retorted the patient.
"Indeed."
The end of it was the doctor treated the patient for the feverish symptoms which the tricks of the night had created, and as the day wore on, he got calmer and better.
Time wore on.
Days grew into weeks.
The mysterious ravages of the secret poisoning still baffled Doctor Anderson and prevented the complete restoration of the patient.