“But you slept well?”
“Pretty well, sir, for me; I should think I had quite an hour’s sleep last night.”
“A whole hour, eh?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, doctor,” said the major, “what do you think of your patient? I hope you are better, Sim?”
“Thanky kindly, sir,” said Private Sim, screwing up a terrible face.
“I was thinking which I ought to prescribe,” said the doctor, very seriously. “Sim’s is a peculiar case. There’s pressure on the brain, and also congestion of the vascular system of the spinal column.”
“Indeed!” said the major.
“Yes, sir,” replied the doctor, pursing up his lips, “and I’m hesitating between two courses.”
“Try ’em both, doctor,” said Bob Roberts, laughing with his eyes.