“But not to see me?” said the lad excitedly. “Indeed I am quite well.”
“No, you are not, boy. Yes, he has come to see you, and try to set you right, so speak out to him like a man.”
At that moment steps were heard crossing the polished oak floor of the great hall, and directly after a keen-eyed, vigorous-looking man of about six-and-thirty entered the room in a quick, eager way.
Chapter Two.
Doctor Instow’s prescription.
“How are you?” he cried, rather boisterously, to Sir John, shaking hands warmly. “Well! no need to ask. And how are you, my Admirable Crichton?” he said, turning to Jack to continue the hand-shaking. “Well, no need to ask here either.”
“No; I’m quite well, Doctor Instow.”
“What! didn’t they teach you to tell the truth at Daneborough, Jack Meadows?”