“But you have more strength in your arm than I thought for. That is plate glass.”
“Doctor Instow,” said Edward; and the doctor entered like a breeze.
“Morning!” he cried boisterously.
“Don’t go, Edward,” said Sir John; and the man stayed by the door, looking white with excitement.
“I was obliged to run in,” said the doctor. “Well, Jack. Why, hulloa! You’ve got a bit more colour in your cheeks this morning, and your eyes are brighter. Come, that’s good. You’re beginning to take then to the idea?”
“No,” said Jack firmly.
“Stop a moment, doctor,” cried Sir John. “Here is some one of a different opinion. This foolish fellow has been laying before us his petition.”
“Who? Edward?”
“Yes; he wants to go.”
“Well,” said the doctor; “we shall want a good smart handy man.”