Clarkson had no idea of his having done so; nor had he yet heard plainly that his own fate was so certain or so near.

But it was no part of the doctor's plan to leave him in ignorance.

He went to the side of the settee where the dying man lay, and sitting down said, "I have sent for your wife." Clarkson looked at him suspiciously.
"What's that for ?" he asked.

"Can't they take me home?
I should get well a deal sooner there than in this place." "You cannot be moved.

In fact, Clarkson, there is no chance of your getting well anywhere." Clarkson turned his head sharply.
"Say out what you mean," he cried with an oath.
"I intend to do so.