"Certainly. What o'clock?"
"Between one and two."
"You must have some claret;" and he opened the door and issued orders accordingly. The Doctor had his fingers on his pulse by this time.
"Give me some water; I'm dying of thirst," said the patient.
The Doctor obeyed.
"And there's no gout at all, then?" said he.
"Not a bit," answered Sir Jekyl, pettishly; his temper and his breath seemed to be failing him a little.
"Did you feel faint when it happened, or after?"
"Just for a moment, when it happened, then pretty well; and when I got here, in a little time, worse, very faint; I think I did faint, but a little blood always does that for me. But it's not deep, I know by the feel—only the muscle."
"H'm. I shan't disturb these things till the nurse comes; glad there's no gout, no complication."