"Bad," he added as we stepped into the drawing-room.

"Take lots of care." I thought it as well that Young Doc had come.

Old Doc, though well liked, boasted that all any man of his profession needed, really, were calomel and a good knife.

Young Doc had always seemed to be subtler.
Anyway, he was of a later generation.

I learned that Old Doc had scorned to make the call, believing that a "nigger" could not suffer from anything but yellow fever or cracked shins.