When he had drank what he could, his eyes twinkled, and he said, "That's a hair of a dog that has often bitten me." The wine soon got into his weakened head, and he dropped asleep.
"Another draught when he wakes," said the doctor, "but from a fresh bottle." "We'll finish this one to your health in the servants' hall," said honest John Baker.
Dr.Garner staid there all night, keeping up the patient's strength with eggs and brandy, and everything, in short, except medicine; and he also administered champagne, but at much longer intervals.
At one o'clock next day the patient gave a dismal groan; Walter and the others started up in alarm.
"Good!" said the doctor, calmly; "now I'll go to bed.

Call me if there's any fresh symptom." At six o'clock old Baker burst in the room: "Sir, sir, he have swore at me twice.

The Lord be praised!" "Excellent!" said the doctor.

"Now tell me what disagrees with him most after champagne ?" "Why, Green Chartreuse, to be sure," said old Baker.
"Then give him a table-spoonful," said the doctor.

"Get me some hot water." "Which first ?" inquired Baker.
"The patient, to be sure," said Dr.Garner.
Soon after this the doctor stood by his patient's side, and found him writhing, and, to tell the truth, he was using bad language occasionally, though he evidently tried not to.
Dr.Garner looked at his watch.