The young officer smiled and nodded merrily, and then went out of the room, Gedge opening the door for him, and slipping out after.
“Well, what is it?” said Drummond, as Gedge stood looking at him anxiously, and as if waiting for him to speak.
“Thought you was going to say something to me, sir, ’bout Mr Bracy there. Don’t speak so loud, or he’ll hear you.”
“Don’t matter if he does, my lad. We’re not conspiring against him. What did you expect me to say?”
“Something about that arm of his’n, sir, and about him trying to kick you just now.”
“Oh, pooh! nonsense! His arm had gone dead; and as for his kicking at me—well, we’re getting old friends now, and it was for a bit of fun.”
“Think so, sir?”
“Of course.”
“Then you wouldn’t tell the Doctor about it?”
“About that? Absurd! Here, you’re not up to the mark yourself, my lad.”