His hand, too, shook as he moved it from the arm of his chair to his knee.

"Nay, but, I pray you, indulge me," he continued, in a tone anxious and almost submissive.
"I shall not betray your secrets.

I am no philosopher, and no physician, and, had I the will, I could make no use of your confidence." "That is true," Basterga replied.

"And, after all, the matter is simple.
I do not know why I should refuse to oblige you.

I have said that I did not discover this remedy.