How do you explain it, Doctor ?" "You had better ask the lady herself, Quick.

Did the Captain take that soup she brought him ?" "Every drop, sir, and tried to kiss her hand afterward, being still dazed, poor man, poor man! I saw him do it, knowing no better.

He'll be sorry enough when he comes to himself." "No doubt, Sergeant.

But meanwhile let us be glad that both their spirits seem to have improved, and if she brings any more soup when I am not there, I should let him have it.

It is always well to humour invalids and women." "Yes, Doctor; but," he added, with a sudden fall of face, "invalids recover sometimes, and then how about the women." "Sufficient to the day is the evil thereof," I answered; "you had better go out for exercise; it is my watch." But to myself I thought that Fate was already throwing its ominous shadow before, and that it lay deep in Maqueda's violet eyes.
Well, to cut a long story short, this was the turning-point of Orme's illness, and from that day he recovered rapidly, for, as it proved, there was no secret injury to the skull, and he was suffering from nothing except shock and fever.