“You had better let me,” said Jock.
“You will stay where you are.”
“I consider him my patient.”
“If that’s the way you two fought over your solitary case all the way home,” said Babie, “I wonder there’s a fragment left of him.”
“It was only three days ago,” said John, “and Jock has been a new man ever since he picked the poor fellow up on deck, but I’m not going to let him stir to-night.”
“Let me come with you, Johnny,” entreated Sydney; “it will be so nice! Oh, no, I don’t mind the cold!”
“Here,” added her brother, “take the poor fellow a sovereign.”
“In compensation for the sudden cooling of your affection,” said Jock. “Well, if it is an excuse for an excursion with Sydney I’ll not interfere, but ask him for his sister’s address in London, for I promised to tell her about him.”
“Oh,” cried Babie, at the word ‘London,’ “then you have heard from Dr. Medlicott?”
“I did once,” said John, “with some very useful suggestions, but that was a month ago or more.”