That would hardly suit your book." "Well, sir, what do you intend to propose ?" asked the Admiral.
"I might, to accommodate you, work it in another way.

I should send for a medical man, and have an opinion upon your life.

Then I might see what could be done." "That is quite fair.

I have no objection to that." "There is a very clever doctor in the street here.

Proudie is his name.
John, go and fetch Doctor Proudie." The youth was dispatched upon his errand, while Mr.Metaxa sat at his desk, trimming his nails, and shooting out little comments upon the weather.