A mild concussion of the brain, I should think.

Don't call a doctor, unless it turns out to be more serious.

It's bad enough for the servants to be all stirred up like this, and to blab--as they're certain to--without letting a doctor in on it, too.

The less talk we cause, the better." Reluctantly, Claire came away from the telephone and approached the couch.
"You're sure ?" she asked, in doubt.
"I've had some experience with this sort of thing, on the other side," he answered.

"The man will come to himself in another few minutes.