The apothecary had reached the Hall, within five minutes after the attack, having luckily been prescribing to the gardener; and the physician and surgeon of the family were both expected in the course of the morning.
Sir Gervaise Oakes had been acquainted with the state of his host, by his own valet, as soon as it was known in the servants'-hall, and being a man of action, he did not hesitate to proceed at once to the chamber of the sick, to offer his own aid, in the absence of that which might be better.

At the door of the chamber, he met Atwood, who had been summoned from his pen, and they entered together, the vice-admiral feeling for a lancet in his pocket, for he, too, had acquired the art of the blood-letter.

They now learned the actual state of things.
"Where is Bluewater ?" demanded Sir Gervaise, after regarding his host a moment with commiseration and concern.

"I hope he has not yet left the house." "He is still here, Sir Gervaise, but I should think on the point of quitting us.

I heard him say, that, notwithstanding all Sir Wycherly's kind plans to detain him, he intended to sleep in his own ship." "That I've never doubted, though I've affected to believe otherwise.