Noah looked from Quentin to the doctor and back in an 'oh shit' way.

The doctor looked at Quentin sourly. He lifted his chin a little. "That's all well enough for you wealthy lot, with leisure time to go slumming, to say, sir. But ordinary professionals like myself must make a living, and it wouldn't be the first time I've been cheated. There's a perfectly good infirmary at the workhouse for those who cannot pay."

He turned to Noah. "Well, let's see it then, young man. What's it this time? Any injuries apart from the head and nose?"

"No ser..." Noah said in a small voice and he allowed the doctor to inspect his head.