"Not with me, Doctor. I'm made of iron. The news of the very worst bad debt I ever had, never made my pulse vary. This strike, which affects me more than any one else in Milton,--more than Hamper,--never comes near my appetite. You must go elsewhere for a patient, Doctor."
"By the way, you've recommended me a good patient, poor lady! Not to go on talking in this heartless way, I seriously believe that Mrs. Hale--that lady in Crampton, you know--hasn't many weeks to live. I never had any hope of cure, as I think I told you; but I've been seeing her to-day, and I think very badly of her."
Mr. Thornton was silent. The vaunted steadiness of pulse failed him for an instant.

'Not with me, Doctor. I'm made of iron. This strike, which affects me more than anyone else in Milton, harms neither my pulse nor my appetite. You must go elsewhere for a patient.'
'By the way, you've recommended me a good patient, poor lady! Not to go on talking in this heartless way, I seriously believe that Mrs. Hale hasn't many weeks to live. I never had any hope of cure, as I told you; but I've seen her today, and she is very ill.'
Mr. Thornton was silent. The vaunted steadiness of pulse failed him for an instant.
