Recovering his calm with an effort, he turned to Jane and said in a hoarse voice:-- "There is still a chance; it may be in time; yes, I am almost sure that I can save you." Then he plunged his hand into his breast pocket and drew out a little case of instruments.

"Be so good as to bare your left arm," he said; "fortunately, I have the stuff with me." "What for ?" she asked.
"To be vaccinated." "Are you mad, Ernest ?" she said.

"You know who I am and how I have been brought up; how, then, can you suppose that I would allow you to put that poison into my veins ?" "Look here, Jane, there isn't much time for argument, but just listen to me for one minute.

You know I am a pretty good doctor, don't you?
for I have that reputation, haven't I?
and I am sure that you believe in me.
Well, now, just on this one point and for this one occasion I am going to ask you to give up your own opinion and to suppose that in this matter I am right and your father is wrong.

I will go farther, and say that if any harm comes to you from this vaccination beyond the inconvenience of a swollen arm, you may consider all that has been between us as nothing and never speak to me again." "That's not the point," she answered.