"I did not know you were such a good fellow," he laughed. "I hope you have found yourself made welcome here."
"Any patients yet?"
"All of Dudgeon's, I fear. I have been doing little else but warning one man after another: 'Now, no words against any former practitioner. If you want help from me, tell me your symptoms, but don't talk about any other doctor's mistakes, for I have not time to hear it.'"
"Poor old Dudgeon!" cried Frank. Then, shortly: "I'm a poor one to hide my impatience. Have you seen either of them yet?"
"Either—of—them?"
"The girls, the two sweet whimsical girls. You know whom I mean, Edgar."
"You only spoke of one when you were here before, Frank."
"And I only think of one. But I saw the other on my way to the depot, and that made me speak of the two. Have you seen them?"
"No," answered the other, with unnecessary dryness; "I think you told me they did not go out."