“Now you’ll be better, sir.”
“Thank you, my lad. I wish I could think so.”
“Well, do think so, sir. You ought to, for you must be an awful deal stronger.”
“No, no; I am weaker than ever.”
“Are yer, sir?”
“Yes, my lad. I was a little like this the other day.”
“Yus, sir, I know.”
“And it has been getting worst; and worse.”
“Better and better, sir. It’s a sign the nat’ral larkiness in yer’s coming back.”
“No, no, my lad. The Doctor noticed it when my arm twitched, and told me it was involuntary action of the nerves, caused by the injury from the bullet.”