Kentworthy was dreadfully nervous when he fed the medicine to me. I tell you, Gerry, his hand was positively trembling. I have never seen him so unnerved. Except, I suppose, when I jumped into Peerless Pond. Oh, and when I started to fall ill. Good God, how do I manage to always upset the poor man’s calm? On the other hand, he did look excessively pleased when I started to feel better. It almost made taking the antidote worth it. Almost.
