Why could he not be shown into the sick man's room?
What necessity could there be for keeping him there, as though he were some apothecary with a box of leeches in his pocket?
He then rang the bell, perhaps a little violently.

"Does Sir Roger know that I am here ?" he said to the servant.

"I'll tell my lady," said the man, again vanishing.
For five minutes more he walked up and down, calculating no longer the value of the furniture, but rather that of his own importance.
He was not wont to be kept waiting in this way; and though Sir Roger Scatcherd was at present a great and rich man, Dr Fillgrave had remembered him a very small and a very poor man.

He now began to think of Sir Roger as the stone-mason, and to chafe somewhat more violently at being so kept by such a man.
When one is impatient, five minutes is as the duration of all time, and a quarter of an hour is eternity.

At the end of twenty minutes the step of Dr Fillgrave up and down the room had become very quick, and he had just made up his mind that he would not stay there all day to the serious detriment, perhaps fatal injury, of his other expectant patients.