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Oh, doctor, come right away! You know how weak she is. This dreadful suspense will kill her, I'm afraid." "Have you no word of Archie yet?" asked Doctor Hillhouse as he dropped the hand he had been holding against his forehead and temples. "None! So far, we are without a sign." "What are you doing?" "Everything that can be thought of.
Whether it were fibrous or albuminous, "benignant" or "malignant," he was not able in his first diagnosis to determine. Dr. Hillhouse could not so veil his face as to hide from Mr. Carlton the doubt and concern that were in his mind. "Deal with me plainly," said the latter as he stood alone with the doctor after the examination was over. "I want the exact truth. Don't conceal anything." Mr.
"IT is too late, I am afraid," said Dr. Hillhouse as the two physicians rode away, "The case ought to have been seen last night. I noticed the call when I came home from Mr. Birtwell's, but the storm was frightful, and I did not feel like going out again. In fact, if the truth must be told, I hardly gave the matter a thought. I saw the call, but its importance did not occur to me.
Alcock's and there drank and had good sport, with his bringing out so many sorts of cheese. Then to the Hillhouse at Chatham, where I never was before, and I found a pretty pleasant house and am pleased with the arms that hang up there.
For all the response that came, Mr. Ridley might as well have spoken to deaf ears. Dr. Angier laid his hand on his arm and drew him away: "She must have as little to disturb her as possible, Mr. Ridley. The case is serious." "Where is Dr. Hillhouse? Why did not he come?" demanded Mr. Ridley. "He will be here after a while. It is too early for him," replied Dr. Angier. "He must come now.
"What's the matter, doctor?" asked his wife, who saw something unusual in his manner. "A feeling here that I don't just like," he replied, touching his temple with a finger. "Not going to have a headache?" "I trust not. It would be a bad thing for me today." He slowly lifted his cup of coffee and sipped a part of it. "Late suppers and late hours may do for younger people," said Mrs. Hillhouse.
Ridley did not attempt to detain him. Hope had expired, and he sat bowed and crushed, wishing that he could die. The large quantity of opium which had been taken by Mrs. Ridley held all her outward senses locked, and she passed away, soon after Doctor Hillhouse retired, without giving her husband a parting word or even a sign of recognition.
I should not have gone last night, and if I'd given the matter due consideration would have remained at home." "Why so?" "You know what that means as well as I do;" and Dr. Hillhouse held up his tremulous hand again. "We can't take wine freely late at night and have our nerves in good order next morning. A life may depend on a steady hand to-day." "It will all pass off at breakfast-time.
Doctor Hillhouse, the old family physician, called up in the middle of that stormy night, hesitated to obey the summons, and sent his assistant with word that he would be round early in the morning if needed. Doctor Angier, the assistant, was a young physician of fine ability and great promise.
A farmer had left his team in front of the bar, and she saw him taking his morning drink at the counter and heard Buck Hillhouse giving him an exaggerated report of the visit of the Whitecaps. The eastern sky was yellowing, and a peak of the tallest mountain cut a brown gash in the coming sunlight.
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