But what was the right thing?
No more air must be permitted to enter, and the blood must be unloaded as quickly as possible of the air now obstructing its way to the lungs, so, that the brain might get a fresh supply before it was too late.

We succeeded in the first, but not in the last.

Too much air had entered, and my patient was beyond the reach of professional aid.

She sank rapidly, and in less than an hour from the time my hand, robbed of its skill by wine, failed in its wonted cunning, she lay white and still before me.".