You'll be wasting his time.

It is a plain case of alcoholic stupor.

I've seen many cases like it." He summoned another "boy" and rumbled some Cantonese.

Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran--warning to clear the way.
"Have the aromatic spirits of ammonia sent to Mr.Taber's room at once," Ruth ordered.

"I will administer it." "You, Miss Enschede ?"--frankly astonished that one stranger should offer succour to another.
"There is nobody else.