At a look of distress and alarm from Carlos, the physician quickly added:
“Oh, you will come out right, but you must take the right means to do it. It won’t do to ignore the fact that there can be no trifling with your case.”
“Vell, I do as you say.”
After some further conversation and directions Doctor Davison departed.
Early the next morning he called and found his patient in a raging fever.
Giving vent to a low whistle, and casting on him a sharp look of concern, he quickly prepared some new medicines. Calling one of the attendants of the hotel, he said:
“Give these powders every half hour, without fail. I will call again at noon.”
At noon he was again by the side of Carlos. The paroxysm had subsided, and the patient looked at him with intelligent eyes.
“Wie geht’s?” said Doctor Davison. “That’s all the German I know. How do you feel?”
“Better, I think,” said Carlos.