It's a doctor's business to keep his eyelids lifting.

But my hand is steady enough as a rule, when I'm not upset, but the least excitement sets me shaking like a jelly.
And the fact is that I have just had a deucedly unpleasant interview--" "I think," Miss Bellingham interrupted, "Doctor Berkeley and, in fact, the neighbourhood at large, are aware of the fact." Mr.Bellingham laughed rather shamefacedly.

"I'm afraid I did lose my temper," he said; "but I am an impulsive old fellow, Doctor, and when I'm put out I'm apt to speak my mind--a little too bluntly, perhaps." "And audibly," his daughter added.

"Do you know that Doctor Berkeley was reduced to the necessity of stopping his ears ?" She glanced at me, as she spoke, with something like a twinkle in her solemn grey eyes.
"Did I shout ?" Mr.Bellingham asked, not very contritely, I thought, though he added: "I'm very sorry, my dear; but it won't happen again.

I think we've seen the last of that good gentleman." "I am sure I hope so," she rejoined, adding: "And now I will leave you to your talk; I shall be in the next room if you should want me." I opened the door for her, and when she had passed out with a stiff little bow I seated myself by the bedside and resumed the consultation.
It was evidently a case of nervous breakdown, to which the cab accident had, no doubt, contributed.