"Well, no. You needn't be if you mind, but—but don't refuse the claret, mind, and don't be afraid of it if you feel a—a sinking, you know, any quantity; and I'll be back before the nurse comes from the hospital; and—and don't be excited, for you'll do very well if you'll only do as I tell you."
The Doctor nodded, standing by the bed, but he did not look so cheerfully as he spoke.
"I'll be back in twenty minutes. Don't be fidgety, you know; don't stir, and you'll do very nicely, I say."
When the Doctor was gone, Sir Jekyl said—
"Tomlinson."
"Yes, sir, please."
"Tomlinson, come here; let me see you."
"Yes, Sir Jekyl; sir—"
"I say, Tomlinson, you'll tell the truth, mind."
"Yes, sir, please."