also.

Notwithstanding Dr. Todd’s practice, and his success with the leg, he
was not a little appalled on entering the hall of the mansion-house.
It was glaring with the light of day; it looked so imposing, compared
with the hastily built and scantily furnished apartments which he
frequented in his ordinary practice, and contained so many well-
dressed persons and anxious faces, that his usually firm nerves were a
good deal discomposed. He had heard from the messenger who summoned
him, that it was a gun-shot wound, and had come from his own home,
wading through the snow, with his saddle-bags thrown over his arm,
while separated arteries, penetrated lungs, and injured vitals were
whirling through his brain, as if he were stalking over a field of
battle, instead of Judge Temple’s peaceable in closure.

The first object that met his eye, as he moved into the room, was
Elizabeth in her riding-habit, richly laced with gold cord, her fine
form bending toward him, and her face expressing deep anxiety in every
one of its beautiful features. The enormous knees of the physician
struck each other with a noise that was audible; for, in the absent
state of his mind, he mistook her for a general officer, perforated
with bullets, hastening from the field of battle to implore
assistance. The delusion, however, was but momentary, and his eye
glanced rapidly from the daughter to the earnest dignity of the
father’s countenance; thence to the busy strut of Richard, who was
cooling his impatience at the hunter’s indifference to his assistance,
by pacing the hall and cracking his whip; from him to the Frenchman,
who had stood for several minutes unheeded with a chair for the lady;
thence to Major Hartmann, who was very coolly lighting a pipe three
feet long by a candle in one of the chandeliers; thence to Mr. Grant,