"Yes."
"And the rats? Oh!" Whittles' body shivered.
"I guess they've gone, too. I don't see any of them. But get up and act like a man."
"I'm nearly dead," Whittles wailed. "I'm sure I'll never get over this. I'm all shaken to pieces, and I believe some of my bones are broken."
"Nonsense," the lawyer chided. "Get up, I say, and don't be a fool."
"Give me a drop to steady my nerves," Whittles implored. "The expressman brought the stuff at last, didn't he?"
"You'll have to lick it up off the sidewalk, then."
"What! Was it all lost? Wasn't there a little saved?"
"Not a drop. But get up. You're head's turned topsy-turvy."
"And everything else as far as I can see. Look at the mess this room is in. Isn't it a fright! Where do you suppose the rats came from?"