I am sorry about this case of child-bed fever; but I will see it again immediately after breakfast, and report." While they were still talking the bell rang violently, and in a few moments Mr.Ridley came dashing into the office.

His face wore a look of the deepest distress.
"Oh, doctor, he exclaimed can't you do something for my wife?
She'll die if you don't.

Oh, do go to her again!" "Has any change taken place since we left ?" asked Dr.Hillhouse, with a professional calmness it required some effort to assume.
"She is in great distress, moaning and sobbing and crying out as if in dreadful pain, and she doesn't know anything you say to her." The two physicians looked at each other with sober faces.
"You'd better see her again," said Dr.Hillhouse, speaking to his assistant.
"No, no, no, Dr.Hillhouse! You must see her yourself.

It is a case of life and death!" cried out the distracted husband.

"The responsibility is yours, and I must and will hold you to that responsibility.