"Too cold for him," he remarked, with more appearance of interest than he had shown yet.

"Here, keeper! Pick up the monkey till I'm ready to take him again." The man hesitated.
"He might bite me, sir." "Pick him up!" the doctor reiterated; "he can't bite anybody, after what I've done to him." The monkey was indeed in a state of stupor.
The keeper obeyed his instructions, looking half stupefied himself: he seemed to be even more afraid of the doctor than of the monkey.

"Do you think I'm the Devil ?" Benjulia asked with dismal irony.

The man looked as if he would say "Yes," if he dared.
Carmina came running back with the brandy.

The doctor smelt it first, and then took notice of her.