“You don’t look it. I never saw you seem so pretty before.”
“But he is close here, and—and, and I am so ill—it will make me worse. Pray, pray, go.”
“I say, do you mean that?” he said, eagerly. “If I thought you really did, I’d—”
“You insolent dog! How dare you?” roared Pierce, catching him by the collar and forcing him into the room. “You dare to come here and insult my sister like this!”
“Who has insulted her?” cried Claud, hotly.
“You, sir. It is insufferable. How dare you come here?”
“Gently, doctor,” said Claud, coolly; “mind what you are saying.”
“Why are you here, sir?”
“Come to see how your sister was.”
“What is it to you, puppy? Leave the house,” cried, Pierce, snatching the hunting whip from the young man’s hand, “or I’ll flog you as you deserve.”