When it is, one thing is sure, there will be plenty of dead," he added with a grim smile.

Then taking off his hat and muttering, "Again I apologise," he returned into the cottage.
It seems that for a while Jane was very angry.

Then she remembered that, after all, Dr.Merchison had apologised, and that he had made his offensive remarks in the ignorance and prejudice which afflicted the entire medical profession and were more worthy of pity than of anger.
Further, she remembered that in her indignation she had forgotten to acknowledge or accept his apology, and, lastly, she asked him to a garden-party.
It is scarcely necessary for me to dwell upon the subsequent developments of this unhappy business--if I am right in calling it unhappy.

The piteous little drama is played, both the actors are dead, and the issue of the piece is unknown and, for the present, unknowable.
Bitterly opposed as I was to the suit of Merchison, justice compels me to say that, under the cloak of a rough unpromising manner, he hid a just and generous heart.

Had that man lived he might have become great, although he would never have become popular.