He declared himself for operation, and he had gone now to make arrangements for nurses and assistants.
“He will operate this evening,” said Maxine.
“And Madame Berselius?”
“I have telegraphed for her.”
CHAPTER XLI
THE RETURN OF CAPTAIN BERSELIUS
Berselius, for the last fortnight, had been going back, slowly going from bad to worse, and keeping the fact to himself.
Sulphonal, trional, morphia, each tried in turn had no power to prevent him from dreaming. Sleep as soundly as he would, just as he was awaking, the black blanket of slumber, turned up at a corner or an edge by some mysterious hand, would reveal a dream or part of one.