“Humph! Why not put a stop to it, and sell the mare?”
The curate shook his head.
“I don’t like her,” said the doctor. “She’ll be getting your sister into some fresh scrape.”
“Don’t talk like that, man. She has done mischief enough. What nonsense! Leo can do anything she likes with her now.”
“Glad to hear it; and now I want to do what I like with you.”
“So you do,” said the curate good-humouredly.
“Not quite. You’re horribly snappish. Sure sign of being a little out of order. I shall prescribe for you.”
“Do,” said Salis grimly, “and I’ll take the medicine and poison some one else with it.”
“No need; plenty of people are doing that. Now, look here, you worry yourself too much about everyday matters.”
“Nonsense!”