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THERE was little more to be said or done save to gather up the stricken man and carry him gently to his room. When he was undressed and laid upon his bed he opened his eyes and gazed feebly around him. There was no trouble with his limbs or his power of speech, for he babbled incoherently about matters which happened long ago. There might be brain trouble; indeed, undoubtedly there was. But Watney was relieved to find that there were no symptoms of apoplexy or paralysis, which he had feared. He waited until a doctor who had been summoned pronounced his verdict.
"Evidently had a shock," the man of medicine said. "He is a pretty old man, too. I should say there is nothing physically or organically wrong, and perhaps a day or two's nursing will restore him to comparative health again. Not that the poor old gentleman will ever really regain his strength. He will want careful looking after in future. If Miss Blantyre does not mind, I will send a nurse for the present."