Lane, you could do anything--do you hear me ?--_anything_." Lane felt surprise at the force and passion of the practical little physician.

But he was not greatly impressed.

And he was glad when the two men went away.

He felt the insidious approach of one of his states of depression--the black mood--the hopeless despair--the hell on earth.

This spell had not visited him often of late, and now manifestly meant to make up for that forbearance.