I'll send for Fillgrave and put my case in his hands.

If any one can do anything for me, Fillgrave is the man." "Then in God's name send for Fillgrave," said the doctor.

"And now, good-bye, Scatcherd; and as you do send for him, give him a fair chance.

Do not destroy yourself by more brandy before he comes." "That's my affair, and his; not yours," said the patient.
"So be it; give me your hand, at any rate, before I go.

I wish you well through it, and when you are well, I'll come and see you." "Good-bye--good-bye; and look here, Thorne, you'll be talking to Lady Scatcherd downstairs I know; now, no nonsense.