Strong perfumes were burnt in and about his room, and the terrible tumours which bespoke the poison in his blood were treated skilfully by poultices and medicaments, applied by one who thoroughly understood the nature of the disease and the course it ran.
But from the first it was apparent to a trained eye that the young man was doomed.

There was too much poison in his blood before, and his constitution was undermined by his reckless and dissolute life.
All that was possible was done to relieve the sufferings and abate the fever of the patient.

One of the best and most devoted of the doctors who remained courageously at his post during this terrible time was called in.

But he shook his head over the patient, and bid his parents make up their minds for the worst.
"You have the best nurse in all London," said Dr.Hooker.

"If skill and care could save him, he would be saved.