Dr. Paull's Theory, A Romance (ePub)

Excerpt: 'Hugh Paull, house-surgeon to a great City hospital, was seated at his writing-desk. During his spare time he was working at a treatise on nervous disease, the special subject which attracted him. It was a day when a certain public event was disturbing the usual City routine. The thoroughfares near to the hospital were blocked, and his room was quieter than usual. He had almost forgotten that he was liable to be disturbed, when a tap came at his door. "Wanted, sir. Accident just brought in. The porter spoke, standing in the doorway. Hugh laid down his pen with a sigh. "Has Mr. Hamley taken the case? "Yes, sir. They are getting him into the ward. Old gentleman-carriage accident. Horse frightened and bolted. Two bobbies brought him in. "All right, I'll come. He put aside his manuscript, and went down to the accident ward. The "sister of the ward, two nurses, and young Hamley, a dresser, were standing round the recumbent figure of a fine old man, who lay on his narrow bed still as death, his pale features composed, his grey hair tossed upon the pillow. It was a grand face-a model for a painter. As Paull neared the group the two nurses moved away to bring forward and unfold a screen. "Take it away, he said. "I think he's gone, or nearly so, said the dresser, a fair young man, his face flushing. He had asked for the screen, usually drawn around the dying or dead. "Nothing of the sort, said Hugh. He felt the patient's pulse, listened at his heart, opened the closed eyelids, placed his hand lightly on his brow, which was cold and clammy, then ordered him to be undressed, himself assisting the nurses to rip up the coat-sleeves.'