Henry M. Rideout, Getting into Line (1905)
“ At the sound of his feet upon the landing, however, she looked up wearily, and on her patient, dull, pug-nosed, Irish face Drummond saw—what took hold of him unpleasantly—the great tears rolling down."Are ye the doctor?" she asked in a whisper; and when Billy answered—"Oh, doctor, doctor, what'll we do?" she whispered and fell once more to weeping silently. Not set at ease by this reception, he entered the stuffy room, where the air was glutinously close with heat and evil smells."My good woman," he said rather helplessly, "this is no place for you. You ought to be in bed." ”
