the closed eyes.

"Look here, old man," Macauley cried, sudden conviction
seizing him, "you're working altogether too hard. This
miserable city epidemic has done you out. I've thought all
the time you were trying to cover too much ground."

"Ground's had to be covered," replied the other briefly,
without opening his eyes.

"Have the other fellows worked as hard as you?"

"Harder."

"I don't believe it. They're all city men. You've done all
this city work and looked after your own patients here, too,
to say nothing of living in both places at once. With your
housekeeper gone home to her sick folks, and Miss Mathewson
off on one of your cases - no wonder this place looks the way
it does."

"It doesn't matter. Cut it out about the place. I'm going
back in ten minutes."

"You are! Not going to get to bed?"

"Don't know. I might snatch a nap now if you'd quit talking."

Macauley closed his mouth. Presently he got up and stole out
of the room. He was back again in a trice, a flask in one