“Yes: everything.”
“Thoroughly trustworthy fellow, of course?”
“Yes, yes, I tell you,” cried Scarlett angrily. “He is my cousin.”
“Yes, of course,” said the doctor, quietly noting every change in his friend the while.
“Come somewhere else,” said Scarlett, leaping up in an excited manner. “I can’t bear to sit here.”
“All right—all right,” said the doctor cheerily. “Let’s go down to the waterside.”
“No, no!” exclaimed Scarlett, with a shudder. “Come to the rhododendrons.”
“By all means. But I say, old fellow, you must fight down this weakness.”
“Weakness? What weakness? Is it a weakness to prefer one part of the garden to the other?”
“O no; of course not. Let’s go down there.”