“Well, sir, there’s a good German physician here as well as the English one. Don’t you think we ought to call both in, and let them have a consultation?”
“What about?” said the professor calmly.
“About, sir? Why, re Lawrence.”
“But he seems certainly better, and we have Doctor Snorter’s remedies if anything is necessary.”
“Better, sir? decidedly worse. I have been watching him this morning, and he is distinctly more feeble.”
“Why, my dear Mr Burne, he took my arm half an hour ago, and walked up and down that verandah without seeming in the least distressed.”
“Absurd, sir!”
“But I assure you—”
“Tut, tut, sir! don’t tell me. I watch that boy as I would an important case in a court of law. Nothing escapes me, and I say he is much worse.”
“Really, I should be sorry to contradict you, Mr Burne,” replied the professor calmly; “but to me it seems as if this air agreed with him, and I should have said that, short as the time has been since he left home, he is better.”