The doctors came down.

Paul glanced at them.

He had never had any hope, except when he had deceived himself.
"It MAY be a tumour; we must wait and see," said Dr.Jameson.
"And if it is," said Annie, "can you sweal it away ?" "Probably," said the doctor.
Paul put eight sovereigns and half a sovereign on the table.

The doctor counted them, took a florin out of his purse, and put that down.
"Thank you!" he said.

"I'm sorry Mrs.Morel is so ill.