The leprous mouse had been discouraging; that was all.
"If you'd step down, sir, an instant--" The doctor returned from soaring through a Toxined universe.
"Nonsense," he said sharply.

"Tell them I'm not practicing.

What do they want ?" "Please, sir, it's a young man as 'as poisoned 'is foot, 'e says.

'E looks very bad, and--" "Eh?
Poison ?" "Yes, sir." The doctor appeared to reflect a moment (that mouse, you know--); then he recovered.
"I'll be down directly," he said almost mechanically.

"Take 'em all into the study." (II) Dr.Whitty could hardly explain to me, even when he tried, exactly why he had made an exception in this particular instance.