"The—ah!—well, I don't understand."
"I mean the purest accident."
"Bled a lot, egad! These things seem pretty dry—bleeding away still? You must not keep it so hot—the sheet only."
"I think it's stopped—the things are sticking—I feel them."
"So much the better; but we must not leave it this way—and—and I daren't disturb it, you know, without help, so we'll have to take Tomlinson into confidence."
"'Gad, you'll do no such thing."
"But, my dear sir, I must tell you, this thing, whatever it is, looks very serious. I can tell you, it's not to be trifled with, and this sort of nonsense may be as much as your life's worth, egad."
"You shan't," said Sir Jekyl.
"You'll allow me to speak with your brother?"
"No, you shan't."