"I 'ave, sir. 'Arf a dozen times."
The doctor sighed—he was paying practically no attention at all, of course. The leprous mouse had been discouraging; that was all.
"If you'd step down, sir, an instant—"
The doctor returned from soaring through a Toxined universe.
"Nonsense," he said sharply. "Tell them I'm not practicing. What do they want?"
"Please, sir, it's a young man as 'as poisoned 'is foot, 'e says. 'E looks very bad, and—"
"Eh? Poison?"
"Yes, sir."
The doctor appeared to reflect a moment (that mouse, you know—); then he recovered.
"I'll be down directly," he said almost mechanically. "Take 'em all into the study."