So I went down to Quincey and took him into the breakfast room, where the blinds were not drawn down, and which was a little more cheerful, or rather less cheerless, than the other rooms.
When we were alone, he said to me, "Jack Seward, I don't want to shove myself in anywhere where I've no right to be, but this is no ordinary case.

You know I loved that girl and wanted to marry her, but although that's all past and gone, I can't help feeling anxious about her all the same.

What is it that's wrong with her?
The Dutchman, and a fine old fellow he is, I can see that, said that time you two came into the room, that you must have another transfusion of blood, and that both you and he were exhausted.

Now I know well that you medical men speak in camera, and that a man must not expect to know what they consult about in private.

But this is no common matter, and whatever it is, I have done my part.