"Shock?"
"Yes."
"What?"
"My clock, the work of seven years, has been burned, destroyed."
"Burned! That was hard. I'm very sorry to hear it. We'll have your coat off. Yes, I'll lock the door. You need not be afraid. No one comes at this time. Yes, I'll pull the blind down too. Stand up.... That will do. Put on your coat. Let me help you. Drink this. Sit down now and rest yourself."
"Rest myself? Rest myself! After standing for that half a minute?"
"Yes."
"Did I not tell you facts and law were against me?"
"You are not well."
"I am dying."