“Yes, of course,” said the lad sharply.
“Then why don’t you tell it?” said the doctor.
“There, Jack, you see,” said Sir John quickly.
“What! has he been saying that he is quite well?” cried the doctor.
“Yes; he persists in it, when—”
“Any one can see with half an eye that he is completely out of order.”
“You hear, Jack?”
“Yes, father, I hear,” said the boy; “but really I am quite, quite well.”
“‘Quite, quite well,’” said the doctor, laughing merrily, as he sank back in his chair. “Never felt better in your life, eh, Jack? Haven’t been so well since I doctored you for measles, ten years ago, when I was a young man, just come to Fernleigh, eh?”
“I do not see anything to laugh at, Doctor Instow,” said the lad gravely.