I am shivery all over,' said Walpole.
'I'll go and make a brew for you,' cried Joe, 'and you shall have it as hot as you can drink it.' He had scarcely left the room, when he returned with the smoking compound.
'You're such a jolly doctor,' said Walpole, 'I feel sure you'd not refuse me a cigar ?' 'Certainly not.' 'Only think! that old barbarian who was here this morning said I was to have nothing but weak tea or iced lemonade.' Lockwood selected a mild-looking weed, and handed it to his friend, and was about to offer one to Atlee, when he said-- 'But we have taken you from your dinner--pray go back again.' 'No, we were at dessert.

I'll stay here and have a smoke, if you will let me.

Will it bore you, though ?' 'On the contrary,' said Walpole, 'your company will be a great boon to us; and as for myself, you have done me good already.' 'What would you say, Major Lockwood, to taking my place below-stairs?
They are just sitting over their wine--some very pleasant claret--and the young ladies, I perceive, here, give half an hour of their company before they leave the dining-room.' 'Here goes, then,' said Lockwood.

'Now that you remind me of it, I do want a glass of wine.' Lockwood found the party below-stairs eagerly discussing Joe Atlee's medical qualifications, and doubting whether, if it was a knowledge of civil engineering or marine gunnery had been required, he would not have been equally ready to offer himself for the emergency.
'I'll lay my life on it, if the real doctor arrives, Joe will take the lead in the consultation,' cried Dick: 'he is the most unabashable villain in Europe.' 'Well, he has put Cecil all right,' said Lockwood: 'he has settled the arm most comfortably on the pillow, the pain is decreasing every moment, and by his pleasant and jolly talk he is making Walpole even forget it at times.' This was exactly what Atlee was doing.

Watching carefully the sick man's face, he plied him with just that amount of amusement that he could bear without fatigue.