I'll be frank with you--you are man enough to bear the truth--you have received a shock that will very likely bring on brain-fever, unless you get some sleep tonight.

But you would not sleep in Hillsborough.

You'd wake a dozen times in the night, trembling like an aspen leaf, and fancying you were blown up again." "Yes, but my mother, sir! If I don't go home at seven o'clock, she'll find me out." "If you went crazy wouldn't she find you out?
Come, my young friend, trust to my experience, and to the interest this attempt to murder you, and your narrow escape, have inspired in me.

When I have landed you in the Temple of Health, and just wasted a little advice on a pig-headed patient in the neighborhood (he is the squire of the place), I'll drive back to Hillsborough, and tell your mother some story or other: you and I will concoct that together as we go." At this Henry was all obedience, and indeed thanked him, with the tears in his eyes, for his kindness to a poor stranger.
Dr.Amboyne smiled.

"If you were not a stranger, you would know that saving cutlers' lives is my hobby, and one in which I am steadily resisted and defeated, especially by the cutlers themselves: why, I look upon you as a most considerate and obliging young man for indulging me in this way.