From a slight suffusion of Mrs.
Carlton's face which I did not observe at any previous visit, it is evident that the tumor is beginning to press upon the carotids.

Serious displacements of blood-vessels, nerves, glands and muscles must soon occur if this growth goes on." "Then her life is in danger ?" said Dr.Angier.
"It is assuredly, and nothing but a successful operation can save her." "What does Doctor Kline think of the case ?" "He agrees with me as to the character of the tumor, but thinks it larger than an orange, deeply cast among the great blood-vessels, and probably so attached to their sheaths as to make its extirpation not only difficult, but dangerous." "Will he assist you in the operation ?" "Yes." Dr.Hillhouse became thoughtful and silent.

His countenance wore a serious, almost troubled aspect.
"Never before," he said, after a long pause, "have I looked forward to an operation with such a feeling of concern as I look forward to this.
Three or four months ago, when there was only a little sack there, it could have been removed without risk.

But I greatly fear that in its rapid growth it has become largely attached to the blood-vessels and the sheaths of nerves, and you know how difficult this will make the operation, and that the risk will be largely increased.

The fact is, doctor, I am free to say that it would be more agreeable to me if some other surgeon had the responsibility of this case." "Dr.Kline would, no doubt, be very ready to take it off of your hands." "If the family were satisfied, I would cheerfully delegate the work to him," said Doctor Hillhouse.
"He's a younger man, and his recent brilliant operations have brought him quite prominently before, the public." As he spoke Doctor Hillhouse, who was past sixty-five and beginning to feel the effects of over forty years of earnest professional labor, lifted his small hand, the texture of which, was as fine as that of a woman's, and holding it up, looked at it steadily for some moments.