"No; you ought not to have attempted it," he answered, withering her with a glance.

"You might have let the thing fall on the patient and killed him.

As it is, can't you see you have agitated him with the flurry?
Don't stand there holding your breath, woman: repair your mischief.

Get a cloth and wipe it up, and give ME the bottle." With skilful haste he administered a little sal volatile and nux vomica to the swooning patient; while Hilda set about remedying the damage.
"That's better," Sebastian said, in a mollified tone, when she had brought another basin.

There was a singular note of cloaked triumph in his voice.