"Yes; but he will be well cared for, and will have nothing to do."
"It will pull him down a bit, but he will stand it all right," the doctor returned. "His is the sort of constitution which stands anything." At first Ellerey had only been conscious of voices, now he partly understood what was said, and half raised himself.
"Where am I?" he asked faintly.
"Ah, that's better," said the doctor; "drink this, it will start you toward recovery. No, leave that arm alone, it will be all right presently."
"It hurts a bit," Ellerey answered. "I remember; De Froilette did it. I think I struck him down; I forget what happened after that," and he drank from the glass handed him.
"Well, Goldberg, he looks better already," said the other man, coming forward and standing by the couch. "Do you know me, Ellerey?"
"Lord Cloverton!"
"I told you I would pluck you from under the wheels of Juggernaut's car if I could, and so far I have succeeded."
"I don't know how you have done it, but I thank you."
"I will leave you for a little while," said Dr. Goldberg. "How long before he starts? Delay it as long as you can."