Come! come! hurry, man, hurry!" he ended in a testy rage, and the doctor, knowing Braddock's eccentricities, advanced with a smile.

He was a slim, dark, young medical practitioner with an amiable countenance, which argued of no mighty intelligence.
"Well, Professor," he remarked quietly, "do you want me to attend you for apoplexy?
Take your time, my dear sir--take your time." He patted the scientist on the shoulder to soothe his clamorous rage.

"You are already purple in the face.

Don't let your blood rush to your head." "Robinson, you're a--a--a fool!" shouted Braddock, glaring at the suave looks of the doctor.

"I am in perfect health, damn you, sir." "Then Miss Kendal-- ?" "She is quite well also.