"No better, sir. There's nothing, nothing of the stomach?—I brought this in case," and he held up a phial.
"No, but I don't like his looks; he looks so haggard and exhausted."
"H'm, I'd like to see him at once; I don't know his room though."
So Dives put him in charge of a guide, and they parted.
"Well, Sir Jekyl, how d'ye do, hey? and how's all this? Old enemy, hey—all in the foot—fast in the toe—isn't he?" began the Doctor as he entered the Baronet's room.
"Ay, in the toe. Sit down there, Pratt, beside me."
"Ah, ha! nervous; you think I'll knock him, eh? Ha, ha, ha! No, no, no! Don't be afraid. Nothing wrong in the stomach—no chill—retching?"
"No."
"Head all right, too; nothing queer there?"
"Nothing."