"As to the future," said the Doctor, recovering firmness, "I should have great hope.
As it pleased Heaven in its mercy to restore him so soon, I should have great hope.
He, yielding under the pressure of a complicated something, long dreaded and long vaguely foreseen and contended against, and recovering after the cloud had burst and passed, I should hope that the worst was over."
"Well, well! That's good comfort. I am thankful!" said Mr. Lorry.
"I am thankful!" repeated the Doctor, bending his head with reverence.
"There are two other points," said Mr. Lorry, "on which I am anxious to be instructed. I may go on?"
"You cannot do your friend a better service." The Doctor gave him his hand.
"To the first, then. He is of a studious habit, and unusually energetic; he applies himself with great ardour to the acquisition of professional knowledge, to the conducting of experiments, to many things. Now, does he do too much?"
"I think not.
It may be the character of his mind, to be always in singular need of occupation.