"To see what I can do for you, Mr. Hayden. Let me feel your pulse."
"But I can't afford to have a doctor. I am poor, and can't pay you," whined old Ben.
"We'll talk about that afterward."
"You can't charge when I didn't send for you."
"Make your mind easy. I won't charge for this visit. Let me feel your pulse."
Old Ben no longer opposed medical treatment, finding it would cost nothing.
"Am I going to die?" he asked, with an anxious look.
"You need nourishing food and care, that is all," was the reply. "You have had a chill, and you are reduced by insufficient food."
"I have some bread and tea here," said Tony.
"Do you know how to make the tea?" asked the doctor.