There had been no passion in his tone.

His accent had been only that of a man who has occasion to reprove an old and trusted servant for an unwarrantable impertinence.

Nancy Woolper stood at the street-door watching him as he walked away, and then went slowly back to her duties in the lower regions of the house.
"It can't be true," she muttered to herself; "it can't be true." * * * * * The dentist returned to Fitzgeorge-street in less than an hour, bringing with him a surgeon from the neighbourhood, who saw the patient, discussed the treatment, spoke hopefully to Mrs.Halliday, and departed, after promising to send a saline draught.

Poor Georgy's spirits, which had revived a little under the influence of the stranger's hopeful words, sank again when she discovered that the utmost the new doctor could do was to order a saline draught.

Her husband had taken so many saline draughts, and had been getting daily worse under their influence.
She watched the stranger wistfully as he lingered on the threshold to say a few words to Mr.Sheldon.He was a very young man, with a frank boyish face and a rosy colour in his cheeks.