"Oh, Mr.Medlicot, you must not do that; you will hurt yourself if you move in that way." And so she escaped, and left the room, and did not see him again till the doctor had gone from Gangoil.
The bone had been broken simply as other bones are broken; it was now set, and the sufferer was, of course, told that he must rest.

He had suggested that he should be taken home, and the Heathcotes had concurred with the doctor in asserting that no proposition could be more absurd.

He had intended to eat his Christmas dinner at Gangoil, and he must now pass his entire Christmas there.
"The sugar can go on very well for ten days," Harry had said.

"I'll go over myself and see about the men, and I'll fetch your mother over." To this, however, Mrs.Heathcote had demurred successfully.

"You'll kill yourself, Harry, if you go on like this," she said.
Bender, therefore, was sent in the buggy for the old lady, and at last Harry Heathcote consented to go to bed.
"My belief is, I shall sleep for a week," he said, as he turned in.
But he didn't begin his sleep quite at once.