When he happened to be sober and sad, looking for patients and failing to find them, Mr.Vimpany's capacity for feeling sympathy began and ended with himself.
"This is a new scrape, even for Lord Harry," he remarked.

"Let's get him into the house." The insensible man was carried into the nearest room on the ground floor.

Pale and trembling, Iris related what had happened, and asked if there was no hope of saving him.
"Patience!" Mr.Vimpany answered; "I'll tell you directly." He removed the bandages, and examined the wound.

"There's been a deal of blood lost," he said; "I'll try and pull him through.

While I am about it, Miss, go upstairs, if you please, and find your way to the drawing-room." Iris hesitated.