I can say no more." "Do you see any objection to his trying change of air ?" I inquired.
"None, whatever! Let him go where he likes, and amuse himself as he likes.

You are all of you a little disposed to take Mr.Dubourg's case too seriously.

Except the nervous derangement (unpleasant enough in itself, I grant), there is really nothing the matter with him.

He has not a trace of organic disease anywhere.

The pulse," continued the doctor, laying his fingers lightly on Oscar's wrist, "is perfectly satisfactory.
I never felt a quieter pulse in my life." As the words passed his lips, a frightful contortion fastened itself on Oscar's face.
His eyes turned up hideously.
From head to foot his whole body was wrenched round, as if giant hands had twisted it, towards the right.
Before I could speak, he was in convulsions on the floor at his doctor's feet.
"Good God, what is this!" I cried out.
The doctor loosened his cravat, and moved away the furniture that was near him.