So the patient changed his tone, and whined for something to calm his agitated nerves.

One teaspoonful of whisky was all he begged for, and he promised not to ask for it to-morrow if he might have it to-day.

The doctor was obdurate about spirits, but felt his pulse, examined the pupils of his eyes, and promised him a calming hypodermic in an hour.

It was too soon after breakfast, he said.

Mr.
Feist only once attempted to use violence, and then two large men came into the room, as quiet and healthy as the doctor himself, and gently but firmly put him to bed, tucking him up in such an extraordinary way that he found it quite impossible to move or to get his hands out; and Dr.Bream, smiling with exasperating calm, stuck a needle into his shoulder, after which he presently fell asleep.
He had been drinking hard for years, so that it was a very bad case; and besides, he seemed to have something on his mind, which made it worse.
Logotheti came to see him now, and took a vast deal of trouble to be agreeable.