“My dear sir, is it worth while to analyse all our secret springs of action, as you and I seem to grasp them by a sort of intuition, which is common to both of us, I should say?”
“Good, and altogether far-seeing of you, doctor! And I quite agree with you, but still I am not carrying the position in such a dashing style as I expected. Of course, you know that the squire, so far as he is concerned, approves of my open and honourable conduct?”
“He could not fail to do that, Mr Falcon; but why are you rubbing your eyes so vigorously?”
“Eh! was I? I am not piping my eye for fear of failure, if that is what you are inferring, doctor. The fact is my sight has been unduly tried lately. I took to spectacles for a short spell.”
“More’s the pity. Just let me look into your eyes, Mr Falcon.”
“Do, doctor.”
“Your eyes are as sound as your heart, my dear sir.”
“Nothing wrong there, you think?”
“Not that I can detect at present; but mind that you never let Edith Dove see you with blinkers on.”
“Leave me alone for that. Those I wore on trial proved dangerous.”