For a minute or two, I mislaid my clinical thermometer, and began hunting for it behind a wooden partition in the corner of the room by the place for washing test-tubes.

As I stooped down, turning over the various objects about the tap in my search, Sebastian's voice came to me.

He had paused outside the door, and was speaking in his calm, clear tone, very low, to Hilda.

"So NOW we understand one another, Nurse Wade," he said, with a significant sneer.
"I know whom I have to deal with!" "And _I_ know, too," Hilda answered, in a voice of placid confidence.
"Yet you are not afraid ?" "It is not _I_ who have cause for fear.

The accused may tremble, not the prosecutor." "What! You threaten ?" "No; I do not threaten.