"Either you go out o' here, or I will, Bibbs!" he snorted.

"I don't want to be in the same room with the particular kind of idiot you are! She's through with that riff-raff; all she needed was to be kept away from him a few weeks, and I KEPT her away, and it did the business.
For Heaven's sake, go on out o' here!" Bibbs obeyed the gesture of a hand still bandaged.

And the black silk sling was still round Sheridan's neck, but no word of Gurney's and no excruciating twinge of pain could keep Sheridan's hand in the sling.

The wounds, slight enough originally, had become infected the first time he had dislodged the bandages, and healing was long delayed.

Sheridan had the habit of gesture; he could not "take time to remember," he said, that he must be careful, and he had also a curious indignation with his hurt; he refused to pay it the compliment of admitting its existence.
The Saturday following Edith's departure Gurney came to the Sheridan Building to dress the wounds and to have a talk with Sheridan which the doctor felt had become necessary.