"I am not well," he repeated peevishly.

"It is the weather." He had some soup before him.

Beside it stood a tiny phial of medicine; a phial strangely shaped and strange looking, containing something not unlike the green cordial of the Carthusians.
"It troubles me a good deal, too," Blandano said.

"There are seven men absent in the fourth ward.

And two men, whose wives are urgent with me that they should have leave." "Leave ?" the Syndic cried.