Thus would he be acting as his own chirurgeon, gaily practising phlebotomy on his person to cure him of his fever.

Too much money was not the origin of the fever in Nevil's case, but he had too small a sense of the value of what he possessed, and the diminishing stock would be likely to cry out shrilly.
To this effect, never complaining that Nevil Beauchamp had not come to him to take counsel with him, the high-minded old gentleman talked.

At the same time, while indulging in so philosophical a picture of himself as was presented by a Romfrey mildly accounting for events and smoothing them under the infliction of an offence, he could not but feel that Nevil had challenged him: such was the reading of it; and he waited for some justifiable excitement to fetch him out of the magnanimous mood, rather in the image of an angler, it must be owned.
'Nevil understands that I am not going to pay a farthing of his expenses in Bevisham ?' he said to Mrs.Culling.
She replied blandly and with innocence, 'I have not seen him, sir.' He nodded.

At the next mention of Nevil between them, he asked, 'Where is it he's lying perdu, ma'am ?' 'I fancy in that town, in Bevisham.' 'At the Liberal, Radical, hotel ?' 'I dare say; some place; I am not certain....' 'The rascal doctor's house there?
Shrapnel's ?' 'Really...

I have not seen him.' 'Have you heard from him ?' 'I have had a letter; a short one.' 'Where did he date his letter from ?' 'From Bevisham.' 'From what house ?' Rosamund glanced about for a way of escaping the question.