"There's fair ground to hope he'll rally; fair ground, is there not, doctor ?" "Yes; he'll rally; but how long that may last, that we can hardly say." "Oh, no, certainly not, certainly not--that is not with any certainty; but still he's doing finely, Lady Scatcherd, considering everything." "How long will you give him, doctor ?" said Mr Rerechild to his new friend, when they were again alone.

"Ten days?
I dare say ten days, or from that to a fortnight, not more; but I think he'll struggle on ten days." "Perhaps so," said the doctor.

"I should not like to say exactly to a day." "No, certainly not.

We cannot say exactly to a day; but I say ten days; as for anything like a recovery, that you know--" "Is out of the question," said Dr Thorne, gravely.
"Quite so; quite so; coating of the stomach clean gone, you know; brain destroyed: did you observe the periporollida?
I never saw them so swelled before: now when the periporollida are swollen like that--" "Yes, very much; it's always the case when paralysis has been brought about by intemperance." "Always, always; I have remarked that always; the periporollida in such cases are always extended; most interesting case, isn't it?
I do wish Fillgrave could have seen it.

But, I believe you and Fillgrave don't quite--eh ?" "No, not quite," said Dr Thorne; who, as he thought of his last interview with Dr Fillgrave, and of that gentleman's exceeding anger as he stood in the hall below, could not keep himself from smiling, sad as the occasion was.
Nothing would induce Lady Scatcherd to go to bed; but the two doctors agreed to lie down, each in a room on one side of the patient.