Night and day this estimable woman was at his bedside.
In her brief intervals of repose, her brother watched the sick man
in her place. This brother was, I must say, very good company,
in the intervals when we had time for a little talk. He dabbled
in chemistry, down in the horrid under-water vaults of the palace;
and he wanted to show me some of his experiments. I have enough of
chemistry in writing prescriptions--and I declined. He took it quite
good-humouredly.
'"I am straying away from my subject. Let me return to the sick lord.
'"Up to the 20th, then, things went well enough. I was quite
unprepared for the disastrous change that showed itself,
when I paid Lord Montbarry my morning visit on the 21st.
He had relapsed, and seriously relapsed. Examining him to discover
the cause, I found symptoms of pneumonia--that is to say,
in unmedical language, inflammation of the substance of the lungs.
He breathed with difficulty, and was only partially able to relieve
himself by coughing. I made the strictest inquiries, and was assured
that his medicine had been administered as carefully as usual,
and that he had not been exposed to any changes of temperature.
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