It's a crack-brained scheme, and could only originate with a young man whose affections have weakened his head--I consent." "Bravo!" said Hardy and patted him on the back; Mr.Swann referred to the base of his left lung, and he apologized.
"I'll have to fix it up with Blaikie," said the invalid, lying down again.

"Murchison got two of his best patients last week, so that it ought to be easy.

And besides, he is fond of innocent amusement." "I'm awfully obliged to you," said Hardy.
"It might be as well if we pretended to quarrel," said the invalid, reflectively, "especially as you are known to be a friend of Nugent's.
We'll have a few words--before my housekeeper if possible, to insure publicity--and then you had better not come again.

Send Silk instead with messages." Hardy thanked him and whispered a caution as a footstep was heard on the landing.

The door opened and the nurse, followed by the housekeeper bearing a tray, entered the room.
"And I can't be worried about these things," said Swann, in an acrimonious voice, as they entered.