He also declared, with much medical humanity, that, let the inconvenience be what it might, he too would stay the night.

"The loss," he said, "of such a man as Sir Roger Scatcherd was of such paramount importance as to make other matters trivial.

He would certainly not allow the whole weight to fall on the shoulders of his friend Dr Thorne: he also would stay at any rate that night by the sick man's bedside.

By the following morning some change might be expected." "I say, Dr Thorne," said her ladyship, calling the doctor into the housekeeping-room, in which she and Hannah spent any time that they were not required upstairs; "just come in, doctor: you couldn't tell him we don't want him any more, could you ?" "Tell whom ?" said the doctor.
"Why--Mr Rerechild: mightn't he go away, do you think ?" Dr Thorne explained that Mr Rerechild certainly might go away if he pleased; but that it would by no means be proper for one doctor to tell another to leave the house.

And so Mr Rerechild was allowed to share the glories of the night.
In the meantime the patient remained speechless; but it soon became evident that Nature was using all her efforts to make one final rally.