Ma'am.' Toole was standing by the bedside, looking rather woefully and frightened on Sturk's face, and patting and smoothing the coverlet with the palm of his stumpy, red hand; and whispering to himself from time to time, 'Yes, yes,' although with rather a troubled and helpless air.
Just then came the roll of a coach to the door, and a long peal at the knocker; and little Toole ran down to meet the great Doctor Pell in the hall.

He was in, in a moment, and turned aside with Toole into the drawing-room.

And Toole's voice was heard pretty volubly.

It was only a conference of about two minutes.

And Dr.Pell said in his usual _tall_ way, as they came out-- 'How long ago, Sir ?' 'About ten--no, hardly so much--_eight_ minutes ago,' answered Toole, as he followed that swift phantom up the stairs.
'Your most obedient, Ma'am,' said the slim and lofty doctor, parenthetically saluting the good lady; and he stood by the bedside, having laid his muff on the chair.
'Well, Sir, and how do you feel?
There now, that will do, Sir; don't mind speaking; _I_ see.