Don't trouble to let me out; I can find my way.
Good morning." With a stiff bow and a quick glance at me, the speaker strode out of the room, banging the door after him.
"I must apologise for this extraordinary reception," said Miss Bellingham; "but I believe medical men are not easily astonished.

I will introduce you to your patient now." She opened the door and, as I followed her into the adjoining room, she said: "Here is another visitor for you, dear.

Doctor--" "Berkeley," said I."I am acting for my friend Doctor Barnard." The invalid, a fine-looking man of about fifty-five, who sat propped up in bed with a pile of pillows, held out an excessively shaky hand, which I grasped cordially, making a mental note of the tremor.
"How do you do, sir ?" said Mr.Bellingham.

"I hope Doctor Barnard is not ill." "Oh, no," I answered; "he has gone for a trip down the Mediterranean on a currant ship.

The chance occurred rather suddenly, and I bustled him off before he had time to change his mind.