“No,” said Michael indifferently.
“The wisest thing for you to do would be to get out of the room at once and let me vaccinate you. I’ll try to send a nurse to look after him as soon as possible. Where are the family? Not at home? And the servants will probably scatter as soon as they learn what’s the matter. A pity he hadn’t been taken to the hospital, but it’s hardly safe to move him now. The fact is he is a very sick man, and there’s only one chance in a hundred of saving him. You’ve run some big risks, taking care of him this way—”
“Any bigger than you are running, doctor?” Michael smiled gravely.
“H’m! Well, it’s my business, and I don’t suppose it is yours. There are people who are paid for those things. Come get out of this room or I won’t answer for the consequences.”
“The consequences will have to answer for themselves, doctor. I’m going to stay here till somebody better comes to nurse him.”
Michael’s eyes did not flinch as he said this.
“Suppose you take the disease?”
Michael smiled, one of his brilliant smiles that you could almost hear it was so bright.
“Why, then I will,” said Michael, “but I’ll stay well long enough to take care of him until the nurse comes anyway.”
“You might die!”