The Young Doctor.
“Look here,” said Artis; “you mustn’t be offended with me. I speak very plainly, and if I can be of any use to you, I will.”
They were in the drawing-room, Preenham, having announced that the masons had left.
“I am not going to think of your remarks.”
“I was thinking of going to-day,” continued Artis; “but I feel now that I ought not to go and leave you in a regular hole like this.”
“There is no need for you to stay.”
“Well, no need, of course; but I suppose you will not kick me out.”
“Of course not. You are welcome.”
“That’s right,” said Artis. “You see,” he continued, looking round to where Katrine and Lydia sat together, “I feel it due to myself to stop and show that I had no hand in that.”
“No one accused you, Mr Artis.”