“Did he? Then how did you manage to tell him what the treatment ought to be?”
“I told him what he didn’t seem to know—that in cases of inflammation what you want to do is——”
“To set up counter-irritation. I know. And so you each talked one against——”
“I want some soup,” interrupted James.
“Did you say soup or soap?” I asked.
“Soup, and as hot as possible.”
“Did he say you were to have hot things?”
“No; but it is obviously the thing to do.”
I turned, just as I was leaving the room, to say: “By the way, that’s a nice little water-colour sketch; do you——”
A leather slipper whizzed past my head and struck the door.