He was quite touched.

To hide the fact that he was touched he struck a second match.

"Shall we go upstairs ?" In the bedroom a candle was burning on a dusty and empty dressing-table.
Dr.Cashmore moved it to the vicinity of the bed, which was like an oasis of decent arrangement in the desert of comfortless chamber; then he stooped to examine the sick valet.
"He's shivering!" exclaimed the doctor softly.
Henry Leek's skin was indeed bluish, though, besides blankets, there was a considerable apparatus of rugs on the bed, and the night was warm.

His ageing face (for he was the third man of fifty in that room) had an anxious look.

But he made no movement, uttered no word, at sight of the doctor; just stared, dully.