“Any fresh news?”
“No. Have you any?”
“Not much; but I’ve seen the doctor again this morning.”
“You told me yesterday that he said you were not to dare to come to him any more.”
“Yesterday! Why, that was four days ago.”
“Nonsense! That would have been before the duel.”
“I say, Frank, are you going out of your mind?”
“I don’t know,” said the boy wearily. “My head’s muddled with want of sleep.”
“Muddled? I should think it is. Why, it’s a week to-day since that glorious fight in the Park.”
“Glorious?”