"We can do no more." "How long will he live, Dr.Bates ?" she asked, and instantly shrank from the fear that he would misinterpret her interest.
"No man can answer that question, Mrs.Thorpe.He may live a week, he may live six months.

I give him no more than two." "And if he were to consent to the operation that you once advised, what then ?" "That was a year ago.

I would not advise an operation now.

It is too late.
In fact, I would be opposed to it.

There are men in my profession who would take the chance, I've no doubt,--men who would risk all on the millionth part of a chance." "You think he would die on the operating table ?" "Perhaps,--and perhaps not.