You can go now, Champdivers.' And as I was going out he added, with a laugh: 'By the bye, I ought to apologise: I had no idea I was applying the torture!' The same afternoon the doctor came into the courtyard with a piece of paper in his hand.

He seemed hot and angry, and had certainly no mind to be polite.
'Here!' he cried.

'Which of you fellows knows any English?
Oh!'-- spying me--'there you are, what's your name! _You'll_ do.

Tell these fellows that the other fellow's dying.

He's booked; no use talking; I expect he'll go by evening.