"So I fear I will have to depend upon you and Madame Svarinskaya to treat all our patients, or close the doors to new patients until I am able to rejoin you." "I shall have Hroger bring you willow-bark tea, and a pastille of minced orange rinds." He did a rapid surveillance of the room. "Shall I offer the same to the others?" "If you would, please," said van Hoek. "Along with the other medicaments you've provided, this is deeply appreciated." "Thank you for saying so, Heer van Hoek," said Saint-Germain, taking a step away from the Dutch physician. "And if you would, give Ludmilla Borisevna any preparations you have that may help in preventing her from taking the influenza herself. You should do so as well. It is bad enough that I should be stricken, but if either of you also contract it--" "I will bear that in mind," said Saint-Germain, bowing slightly as he took his leave and made for the stairs to the floor above. Turning left toward the patient dormitory, he hesitated for an instant, knowing he would have to meet with Hroger shortly.
