It's his practice you want, not his house." "No; that's just what I don't want.

I've got too much practice now.
Somehow I can't keep my people well.

No, mother, dear, don't bother your dear head over the old doctor and his wants.

Write him that I am most grateful, but that the fact is I need an assistant myself, and if he will be good enough to send someone down here, I'll keep him busy every hour of the day and night.

Then, again," he continued, a more serious tone in his voice, "I couldn't possibly leave here now, even if I wished to, which I do not." Mrs.Cavendish eyed him intently.