If it does, your scout can send a message to the surgery.

You must stay in bed--you've got a little fever.

Take light food--I'll tell your scout all about that--and I'll come in again to-night." He departed.

The scout brought warm water and a clean sheet.

Radowitz was soon washed and straightened as well as masculine fingers could achieve it.
"You seem to have lost a lot of blood, sir, last night!" said the man involuntarily, as he became aware in some dismay of the white flannels and other clothes that Radowitz had been wearing when the invaders broke into his room, which were now lying in a corner, where the doctor had thrown them.
"That's why I feel so limp!" said Radowitz, shutting his eyes again.
"Please get me some tea, and send a message round to St.Cyprian's--to Mr.Sorell--that I want to see him as soon as he can come." The door closed on the scout.
Left alone Radowitz plunged into a tumult of feverish thought.