'
And Toole thought he saw a little flush mount into Sturk's sunken face,
and he hastened to say--
'What we desire, Dr. Sturk, is to be able to act promptly in this case
of my Lord Dunoran. Measures must be taken instantly, you see, for 'tis
of old standing, and not a day to be lost, and there's why Mr. Lowe is
so urgent to get your statement in white and black.'
'And sworn to,' added Mr. Lowe.
'I'll swear it,' said Sturk, in the same sad tones.
And Mrs. Sturk came in, and Toole gave leave for chicken broth at twelve
o'clock, about two table-spoonsful, and the same at half-past one, when
he hoped to be back again. And on the lobby he gave her, with a cheery
countenance, all the ambiguous comfort he could. And Lowe asked Mrs.
Sturk for more pens and paper, and himself went down to give his man a
direction at the door, and on the way, in the hall, Toole looking this
way and that, to see they weren't observed, beckoned him into the front
parlour, and, said he, in a low key--
'The pulse is up a bit, not very much, but still I don't like it--and
very hard, you see--and what we've to dread, you know's inflammation;
and he's so shocking low, my dear Sir, we must let him have wine and
other things, or we'll lose him that way; and you see it's a mighty
unpleasant case.
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