"He'd arrived as if on cue. After I described my situation, he looked at my tongue, took my pulse, tapped my chest, rubbed my back, turned up my eyelids, patted my scalp, and thought for a moment. 'I'm afraid it may be serious,' I told him. 'No,' he replied calmy, 'I doubt it's anything much.' 'Would it be too much to go out for a bit?' the wife asked him. 'It's fine,' he replied, then thought for another moment. 'As long as he's feeling well enough ...' 'But I don't feel well,' I reminded him. 'In that case, I'll give you a one-time dose and some syrup.' 'Will that be enough? I'm concerned it may turn dire.' 'No, there's absolutely no need to worry. Relax, and keep your mind at ease.' And with that he was gone. It was after three thirty. The maidservant was sent for the medicine. Under strict orders from the wife, she raced out and hurried back. It was now quarter till four. We had fifteen minutes left. Then, around four fifty, for the first time and all of a sudden, nausea overtook me. The wife had dispensed my syrup into a cup and set it before me. As I took it and tried to drink, my stomach responded with a rush of resistance. I had to set the cup back down. 'You'd best drink it quick,' the wife urged me. Duty called. I had to drink it quick and we had to be off. Resolved to get it down, I brought the cup back to my lips but was thwarted again by unabated revulsion. I tried to drink then set it down, tried again and set it down. The clock in the parlor chimed four beats. It was four o'clock. No time to waste, I thought, and again took up the cup. The most curious of things occurred. With the sounding of four, my nausea was gone. I readily downed the syrup. By ten past four, I counted myself among Doctor Amaki's admirers. The chill in my spine and the swimming in my head were gone, banished like a bad dream. I was overjoyed to find myself fully recovered. This affliction, which had knocked me off my feet and threatened to keep me down, was gone without a trace."