"This is Doctor MacDougal, of Haverstraw, speaking.

The patient is now having a superficial scalp wound dressed by my assistant.
You can speak to her, in a few minutes, if you like." "Now! For God's sake, let me speak _now_!" entreated the Billionaire; but the doctor refused.

Not all Flint's urging or bribing would turn him one hair's breadth.
"No," he insisted.

"In ten minutes she can talk to you.

Not now.