“Oh, I'm well enough—only tired out. I've had an awful night with Rivarez.”
“With Rivarez?”
“Yes; I've been up with him all night, and now I must go off to my hospital patients. I just came round to know whether you can think of anyone that could look after him a bit for the next few days. He's in a devil of a state. I'll do my best, of course; but I really haven't the time; and he won't hear of my sending in a nurse.”
“What is the matter with him?”
“Well, rather a complication of things. First of all——”
“First of all, have you had any breakfast?”
“Yes, thank you. About Rivarez—no doubt, it's complicated with a lot of nerve trouble; but the main cause of disturbance is an old injury that seems to have been disgracefully neglected. Altogether, he's in a frightfully knocked-about state; I suppose it was that war in South America—and he certainly didn't get proper care when the mischief was done. Probably things were managed in a very rough-and-ready fashion out there; he's lucky to be alive at all. However, there's a chronic tendency to inflammation, and any trifle may bring on an attack——”
“Is that dangerous?”
“N-no; the chief danger in a case of that kind is of the patient getting desperate and taking a dose of arsenic.”
“It is very painful, of course?”