“Finish it all now, and don’t bring it up again.”
“Glyn!” cried the Colonel sternly.
“Yes, father.”
“Don’t you dictate to me, sir. I promised the Doctor that I would talk to you both severely about this—this—well, piece of blackguardism, ungentlemanly conduct, and I must keep my word. But I will reserve the rest till after dinner.”
“After dinner, father?” cried Glyn eagerly.
“Yes. I have come down to stay at Plymborough for a few days at the hotel, and I have told them there that I should have two gentlemen to dine with me to-night, of course, if the Doctor gives his consent.”
“Oh, but look at us, sir!” cried Singh. “We are in the infirmary, and not fit to come.”
“Infirmary!” said the Colonel scornfully. “Ha, ha! You look infirm both of you!”
“Oh, we don’t feel much the matter, father,” said Glyn; “but look at us.”
“Look at you, sir? How can I help looking at you? Yes, you do look nice objects.”