“Oh, no,” said Hetzel. “As soon as he is able, we want to take him home.”
“Where does he live?”
“In Beekman Place—Fiftieth Street and the East River.”
“Hum,” muttered the doctor, dubiously; “that’s quite a distance.”
“To be sure. But after he comes to, and gets rested, he won’t mind it.”
“Perhaps not.”
“Why, do you mean that that he’s going to be seriously sick?”
“Unless I’m mistaken, he’s going to lie abed for the next six weeks.”
“What?”
“Sh-h-h! Not so loud. Yes, I’m afraid he’s in for a long illness. As for taking him to Beekman Place, if you’re bound to do it, we must have an ambulance.”