“Let it alone, Ned,” said the boy drearily.
“No, sir, I can’t do that, when there’s such a chance in one’s way.”
“Chance! What for?” said Jack, whose interest was awakened by the man’s earnestness.
“That’s what I’m telling you, sir, a chance to improve myself.”
“How?”
“Well, you see, sir, I’ve got ears on my head.”
“Of course you have.”
“And can’t help hearing, sir, a little of what’s said.”
“Look here, Ned,” cried Jack, “I’m unwell; my head aches, and I’m very much worried. Tell me what it is that you want as briefly as you can.”
“Well, sir, begging your pardon, sir, I couldn’t help hearing that Sir John and you and the doctor’s going abroad.”