You will see no more conjuring to-night." My father was peremptory, and the crowd unwillingly dispersed.

One by one they left the room and gathered discontentedly in the passage.

When it came to the last two or three, he took them by the shoulders, closed the door upon them, and turned the key.
Only the landlady, and elderly woman-servant, and myself remained.
The first thing my father did was to examine the pupil of the patient's eye, and lay his hand upon his heart.

It still fluttered feebly, but the action of the lungs was suspended, and his hands and feet were cold as death.
My father shook his head.
"This man must be bled," said he, "but I have little hope of saving him." He was bled, and, though still unconscious, became less rigid They then poured a little wine down his throat, and he fell into a passive but painless condition, more inanimate than sleep, but less positive than a state of trance.
A fire was then lighted, a mattress brought down, and the patient laid upon it, wrapped in many blankets.

My father announced his intention of sitting up with him all night.