He now rallied. He called for brandy, and was supplied with a small portion of a liquor probably distilled from potatoes in London, but retailed as the finest cognac. The liquor seemed to have a good effect on the wounded traveller. After a few minutes' consciousness, articulation was restored under its genial influence. He asked one of the people in attendance to take from his breast-pocket a pocket-book, and from that pocket-book to take out a letter, the envelope of which gave his address: "_Mr. Ephraham Sweetman_, "19 ---- _Street, Pimlico_." The injured traveller was able to sustain a brief conversation. "Is this your address, my good man?" "Yes," was the feeble reply. "Are you very much injured?" "Yes," was again slowly and faintly articulated. "Are these your name and address?" was asked by another person; and the interrogator held before the eyes of the wounded passenger the envelope of the letter extracted from his pocket. A smile was accepted as a reply in the affirmative. "We had better send for Dr. Scalpel," observed a railway-porter to an agricultural labourer. The poor fellow's face betrayed signs of evident dissatisfaction. He dropped his head, as if fainting. "We had better send for the doctor." "No," escaped from the lips of the man upon the bed. "What can we do?" exclaimed another of the party. "Dr. Jones," the wounded man hurriedly but faintly exclaimed. "Can you tell us where he lives?" No reply was immediately given; and as the poor fellow seemed unable to bear the weight of his own chest and brain, they laid his head upon the pillow. The station-master, who had been awakened from his natural sleep, now entered the room; and having been informed what had taken place, he asked for the London Directory, which, by another happy circumstance, formed part of the furniture of the hotel. It was so discovered that in the street in which the poor fellow had been ascertained to dwell, one "Anthony Jones, M.R.C.S.," also had a local habitation--about twenty doors from his own patient's residence. Dr. Jones was accordingly telegraphed for, and informed when the next down-train started from London. Dr. Jones was an attentive man, and on receipt of the message he lost no time in repairing to the station where his neighbour was deposited. On his arrival the patient revived a little, and on seeing the face of his own medical man he recovered sufficiently to indicate that the pain proceeded from the neighbourhood of his ribs. The surgeon desired the men to leave, and asked for the assistance of a woman until morning. Again the beneficent telegraph was made use of. A message sent to London requested Mrs. Brandyface, who lived somewhere in Pimlico, to come down to the B---- Station Hotel, informing her at what time the next train started from London in the morning.