The fact that his patient was in exactly
the same condition of stupor, and had not stirred, did not discourage
Michael's optimistic views of her recovery.
"Ye must give it time, me bhoy," he told Emile. "There's no hurry in
Spain, ye know, with anything. Be careful that ye watch her and keep
her hands off her throat. She'll not be lying so quiet presently."
Emile growled out an inaudible response. He was in a smouldering
condition of wrath and impatience. Reserved and limited of words as he
himself always was, and now rendered savage by anxiety, he found it
impossible to understand the other man's mercurial temperament. By
this time he was without hope, and certainly without faith in either
Michael or his remedies.
The doctor having skilfully extracted his crumpled outer garment from
under Arithelli's shoulders, regretfully prepared to depart. He was
obliged to be somewhere about the premises of the Hippodrome during
every performance in case of accident to any of the animals, and
careless as he was where his own benefit was concerned, he had
sufficient wisdom to be always within call.
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