"What do you know of, to make me ill?
I live a regular life.

I eat and drink just as you all do; and if I have a headache, I'm stunned with a whole family screaming as hard as they can that I'm going to die.

Damned hard! I say, sir, it's--" He fell into a feebleness.
"A little glass of brandy, I think," Wilfrid suggested; and when Mr.
Pole had gathered his mind he assented, begging his son particularly to take precautions to prevent any one from entering the room until he had tasted the reviving liquor..