Observing the strange pallor in the young man's usually ruddy face, he solicitously added: "Shall I get you a glass of--ahem!--spirits, sir?
A snack of brandy is a handy thing to--" "No, thank you, Wade.

You forget that I am a doctor.

I never take medicine," said Braden, forcing a smile.
"A very good idea, sir," said Wade.
Meanwhile, Mrs.Tresslyn had reported to Anne, in the cosy little boudoir at the top of the house in the Seventies.
"It is just as well that you insisted on me seeing him, dear," she said on entering the room.

"He would have said things to you that you could not have forgiven.

As it is, you have nothing to forgive, and you have saved yourself a good many tears.