“I think if he’s got to be sick, he’d better be sick at home. What is it necessary to do, to procure an ambulance?”
“I’ll send for one.—Can you let me have a messenger?” he asked of Romer.
Romer summoned Jim.
The doctor wrote a few lines on a prescription blank, and instructed Jim to deliver it to the house-surgeon at the hospital. Returning to Arthur’s side, “He’s beginning to come around,” he said; “and now, I think, you gentlemen had better leave the room. He mustn’t open his mouth for some time; and if his friends are near him when he recovers consciousness, he might want to talk. So, please leave me alone with him.”
“But you won’t fail to call us if—if—” Hetzel hesitated.
“Oh, you needn’t be afraid. There’s no immediate danger.”
“You’ll find us in the next room,” said Romer, and led Hetzel out.
Whom should they run against in the passageway but Mrs. Hart and Mr. Flint?
“What! Back so soon?” Romer exclaimed.
“She refused to see me,” said Mrs. Hart.