\"ThatIwasinlucknottohavebrokenmyneck。\"
\"Youhadbetterhaveaglassofwine，\"touchingabell。
\"Youdonotlookequaltoanyexertion。\"
Ingatheringhimselftogether，SirNigelfelthewasforcedtouseenormouseffort。IthadcosthimagruesomephysicalstruggletoendurethedriveovertoBroadmorlands，thoughitwasonlyafewmilesfromMedham。Therehadbeensomethingunnaturalintheexertionnecessarytosituprightandkeephisminddecentlyclear。Thatwastheworstofit。Thefeverandraginghoursofthepastdaysandnightshadsoshakenhimthathehadbecomeexhausted，andhisbrainwasnotalert。Hewasnotthinkingrapidly，andseveraltimeshehadlostsightofapointitwasimportanttoremember。Hegrewhotandcoldandknewhishandsandvoiceshook，asheanswered。But，perhaps——hefeltdesperately——signsofemotionwerenotbad。
\"Iamnotquiteequaltoexertion，\"hebeganslowly。\"Butamancannotlieonhisbedwhilesomethingsareundone——