“Hadn’tIbetterfetchadoctor，sir？“heasked。“I’mafraidhe’shurt。“
“Nothe！“Horseransweredcontemptuously。“He’scuthischeekalittle，that’sall。Puthimtobed。SayIshallberoundagainbynineo’clock。“
Horserputonhiscoatandleftthehouse。Themorningsunlightwasfloodingthestreets。AwaydowntownMr。Sabinwasdozinginhishigh-backedchair。
Felix，afteranuneventfulvoyage，landeddulyatLiverpool。TohisamazementthefirstpersonhesawuponthequaywasMr。Sabin，leaninguponhisstickandsmokingacigarette。
“Come，come，Felix！“heexclaimed。“Don’tlookatmeasthoughI