"Good!" said the doctor, calmly; "now I'll go to bed. Call me if there's any fresh symptom."
At six o'clock old Baker burst in the room: "Sir, sir, he have swore at me twice. The Lord be praised!"
"Excellent!" said the doctor. "Now tell me what disagrees with him most after champagne?"
"Why, Green Chartreuse, to be sure," said old Baker.
"Then give him a table-spoonful," said the doctor. "Get me some hot water."
"Which first?" inquired Baker.
"The patient, to be sure," said Dr. Garner.
Soon after this the doctor stood by his patient's side, and found him writhing, and, to tell the truth, he was using bad language occasionally, though he evidently tried not to.
Dr. Garner looked at his watch. "I think there's time to catch the evening train."
"Why," said Walter, "surely you would not desert us; this is the crisis, is it not?"