All the nervous symptoms (to use the medical phrase) which I have already described, strengthened instead of loosening their hold on him.

He grew thinner and thinner, and paler and paler.

Early in the month of November, we sent for the doctor again.

The question to be put to him this time, was the question (suggested by Lucilla) of trying as a last remedy change of air.
Something--I forget what--delayed the arrival of our medical man.

Oscar had given up all idea of seeing him that day, and had come to us at the rectory--when the doctor drove into Dimchurch.