His own difficult breathing alone seemed to interest him.
"Any women up ?" The doctor turned suddenly and fiercely on Priam Farll, who started.
"There's only ourselves in the house," he replied.
A person less experienced than Dr.Cashmore in the secret strangenesses of genteel life in London might have been astonished by this information.

But Dr.Cashmore no more blenched now than he had blenched at the puce garment.
"Well, hurry up and get some hot water," said he, in a tone dictatorial and savage.

"Quick, now! And brandy! And more blankets! Now don't stand there, please! Here! I'll go with you to the kitchen.

Show me!" He snatched up the candle, and the expression of his features said, "I can see you're no good in a crisis." "It's all up with me, doctor," came a faint whisper from the bed.
"So it is, my boy!" said the doctor under his breath as he tumbled downstairs in the wake of Priam Farll.

"Unless I get something hot into you!" _Master and Servant_ "Will there have to be an inquest ?" Priam Farll asked at 6 a.m.
He had collapsed in the hard chair on the ground-floor.