“I fear at times, but I cannot tell whether it is for myself or for you.”
“What is there to fear for me?”
“I wish you would answer that yourself.”
“I cannot. You must answer all questions you ask of me.”
“Aye, and they must be answered before they are asked. But I will ask one;—what makes your cheeks so red just now?”
“Because the blood mounts high in them.”
“Whence comes the blood?”
“From the heart, to be sure.”
“The heart must be over eager. Why is that?”
“That is a question for Dr. Merriweather.”