"I shall go and see Fanning.

If there's any doubt about it, I shall carry you up to London, and get one of the crack surgeons to come and look at it.
What was the row about ?" Radowitz's eyes contracted so that Sorell could make nothing out of them.
"I really can't remember," said the lad's weary voice.

"There's been a lot of rowing lately." "Who made the row ?" "What's the good of asking questions ?" The speaker turned irritably away.

"I've had such a lot of beastly dreams all night, I can't tell what happened, and what didn't happen.

It was just a jolly row, that's all I know." Sorell perceived that for some reason Radowitz was not going to tell him the story.