"What doctor did you fetch?" he asked.
"No doctor, please, sir. I thought you and him would choose."
Levi made no answer; so she could not tell by his surly face, which underwent no change, whether he approved or not. He looked at his watch.
"Larkin wasn't here to-day?"
"Mr. Larkin? No, sir, please."
"Show me Dingwell's room, till I have a look at him," said the Jew, gloomily.
So he followed her up-stairs, and entered the darkened room without waiting for any invitation, and went to the window, and pulled open a bit of the shutter.
"What's it for?" grumbled Dingwell indistinctly from his bed.
"So you've bin and done it, you have," said the Jew, walking up with his hands in his pockets, and eyeing him from a distance as he might a glandered horse.
Dingwell was in no condition to retort on this swarthy little man, who eyed him with a mixture of disgust and malignity.