"Humph. That is not quite so flattering. And my ends?"
"You want to find out the cause of this trouble."
"Naturally. I can't cure Horran unless I do."
"Yes. But you are more curious to learn the reason for the disease than to cure him."
"You wrong me," said the doctor quickly, "and to prove that you wrong me, I shall assuredly cure Horran, if it be in the power of man to set him on his legs again. Now you had better go and have some tea and toast. I'll return to Horran's room, and see Wentworth when he comes in."
"I can't eat, doctor," said Clarice, making no motion to obey. "That is foolish. Starving yourself will not cure your guardian. I dare say you are fond of him. Eh?"
"Have you known me more than twenty years to ask such a question? Of course, I am very fond of uncle Henry. He is the best of men."
"I agree with you there," said Jerce, earnestly, "but I don't think your brother agrees with you. That is strange."
"Why so, doctor?"
"You and Ferdy are twins,--twins may have the same likes and dislikes."