18/30 Then the doctor entered the bedchamber alone, and deposing hat and cane, went forward to make his examination. He stooped, felt the pulse, examined the lips of the wound, estimating the locality and direction of the bullet, and his mouth made a clucking sound as of deprecation. "So hale a man, too, despite his years. Very deplorable!" He looked up. "A Jacobite, ye say he is, sir ?" "Will he live ?" inquired Mr.Caryll shortly, by way of recalling the man of medicine to the fact that politics was not the business on which he had been summoned. |