Gerald put a couple of sovereigns upon the mantelpiece.
"My friend is a man of somewhat peculiar temperament," he said quietly.
"If he finds himself at home in a comfortable room when he comes to his senses, I am quite sure that he will have a better chance of recovery.
He cannot possibly be made comfortable here, and he will feel the shock of what has happened all the more if he finds himself still in the neighbourhood when he opens his eyes.

If there is any change in his condition, we can easily stop somewhere on the way." The woman pocketed the two sovereigns.
"That's common sense, sir," she agreed heartily, "and I'm sure we are very much obliged to you.

If we had a decent room, and a roof above it, you'd be heartily welcome, but as it is, this is no place for a sick man, and those that say different don't know what they are talking about.

That's a real careful young man who's going to take you along in the motor-car.

He'll get you there safe, if any one will." "What I say is," her husband protested sullenly, "that we ought to wait for the doctor's orders.