Oblige me by taking him this bottle of wine, at once, and also this sedative, which you can administer if he is in violent pain, but not otherwise." "Doctor," said the young man, "you always get your own way with me.

And so you ought." Little stood by Simmons's bedside.
The man's eye was set, his cheek streaked with red, and his head was bandaged.

He labored in breathing.
Young Little looked at him gravely, and wondered whether this battered figure was really the man who had so nearly destroyed him.
After some minutes of this contemplation, he said gravely "Simmons, I have brought you some wine." The man stared at him, and seemed confused.

He made no reply.
"Give me a spoon," said Henry.
Mrs.Simmons sat by the bedside rocking herself; she was stupefied with grief; but her sister, a handy girl, had come to her in her trouble: she brought Henry a spoon directly.
He poured out a little wine, and put it to the sufferer's lips.

He drank it, and said it was rare good stuff.