Lady Cicely scanned his countenance searchingly, and was struck with the extraordinary power and intensity it assumed in examining the patient; but the result was not encouraging.

Dr.Staines looked grave and gloomy.
At last, without removing his eye from the recumbent figure, he said quietly to Mr.White, "Thrown from his horse, sir." "Horse fell on him, Dr.Staines." "Any visible injuries ?" "Yes.

Severe contusions, and a rib broken and pressed upon the lungs.

I replaced and set it.

Will you see ?" "If you please." He examined and felt the patient, and said it had been ably done.
Then he was silent and searching.
At last he spoke again.