He was convinced now that there was some trick being played upon him--one Jemima in her anxiety had devised.
"How dare you, sir, lie to me like that! Who asked you to come here?
Todd--send this fellow from the room!" Harry drew back out of his uncle's vision and carefully watched the invalid.

St.George's mind was evidently unhinged and it would be better not to thwart him.
Todd crept up.

He had seen his master like this once before and had had all he could do to keep him in bed.
"Dat ain't no doctor, Marse George," he pleaded, his voice trembling.
"Dat's Marse Harry come back agin alive.

It's de hair on his face make him look dat way; dat fool me too.

It's Marse Harry, fo' sho'-- I fotch him yere myse'f.