In plain words, I tell you, I don't understand Mr.Keller's illness." It was perhaps through a motive of delicacy that he persisted in making a needless mystery of his suspicions.

In any case he was evidently a man who despised all quackery from the bottom of his heart.

The old doctor looked at him with a frown of disapproval, as if his frank confession had violated the unwritten laws of medical etiquette.
"If you will allow me to watch the case," he resumed, "under the superintendence of my respected colleague, I shall be happy to submit to approval any palliative treatment which may occur to me.

My respected colleague knows that I am always ready to learn." His respected colleague made a formal bow, looked at his watch, and hastened away to another patient.

Doctor Dormann, taking up his hat, stopped to look at Mother Barbara, fast asleep in her easy chair by the bedside.
"I must find you a competent nurse to-morrow," he said.