He looked pale and scratched.
The men helped him officiously into the carriage, though he could have walked very well alone.
Henry asked leave to buy a clean shirt.

The doctor said he would lend him one at home.
While Henry was putting it on Dr.Amboyne ordered his dog-cart instead of his brougham, and mixed some medicines.

And soon Henry found himself seated in the dog-cart, with a warm cloak over him, and whisking over the stones of Hillsborough.
All this had been done so rapidly and unhesitatingly that Henry, injured and shaken as he was, had yielded passive obedience.

But now he began to demur a little.

"But where are we going, sir ?" he asked.
"To change the air and the scene.