That's all.

Will you have a look at my knee ?" As Mr.Bellingham's explanation (delivered in a rapid _crescendo_ and ending almost in a shout) had left him purple-faced and trembling, I thought it best to bring our talk to an end.

Accordingly I proceeded to inspect the injured knee, which was now nearly well, and to overhaul my patient generally; and having given him detailed instructions as to his general conduct, I rose to take my leave.
"And remember," I said as I shook his hand, "no tobacco, no coffee, no excitement of any kind.

Lead a quiet, bovine life." "That's all very well," he grumbled, "but supposing people come here and excite me ?" "Disregard them," said I, "and read _Whitaker's Almanack_." And with this parting advice I passed out into the other room.
Miss Bellingham was seated at the table with a pile of blue-covered note-books before her, two of which were open, displaying pages closely written in a small, neat handwriting.

She rose as I entered and looked at me inquiringly.
"I heard you advising my father to read _Whitaker's Almanack_," she said.