 Oh, Johnny. Oh, Johnny. He's all right. Look, he's sitting up as though nothing had ever happened. Oh, how can I ever thank you, sir? They told me you were taking care of him. He's down at Dr. Jekyll's, they says. And I says, thank heavens for that. For if anything can be done for my boy, it's Dr. Jekyll'll do it. Oh, that's all right, then. He's just been cut and knocked about a bit, and you'll have to keep him quiet for a few days till the wound heals on his knee.