Meanwhile the patient continued to revive apace. And the more he revived, the more energetically did he protest against this wearisome perambulation. But he was evidently a polite gentleman, for, muddled as his faculties were, he managed to clothe his objections in courteous and even gracious forms of speech singularly out of agreement with the character that Mr. Weiss had given him.

“I thangyou,” he mumbled thickly. “Ver’ good take s’much trouble. Think I will lie down now.” He looked wistfully at the bed, but I wheeled him about and marched him once more down the room. He submitted unresistingly, but as we again approached the bed he reopened the matter.

“S’quite s’fficient, thang you. Gebback to bed now. Much ’bliged frall your kindness”⁠—here I turned him round⁠—“no, really; m’feeling rather tired. Sh’like to lie down now, f’you’d be s’good.”