"No," was the reply; "unless a feeling of laziness and disinclination to move may be ranked among ill effects."
"Well, not exactly," said Dr. Anson, "although what you complain of is no doubt caused by exhaustion and excitement. At all events, you must extend your holiday and rest here for a day or two longer; such a sea-bath as yours produces effects which are not so easily got over."
At this moment the door was pushed open slightly, and through the opening appeared a rosy face, brown curls, and a pair of dark eyes which looked with curiosity at the two gentlemen.
"Ah, Charlie," said the doctor, "is that you? Come in and say how d'ye do to the gentleman that fished you out of the water yesterday."
Little Charlie Herbert boldly advanced, and standing before Mr. Armstrong held out his chubby hand and said, "Thank 'oo for saving me from being drowned."
Edward lifted the boy on his knee and kissed him, while the doctor asked—
"Who sent you here, Charlie?"
"Mrs. Lake," he replied, "and I've said what she told me to say to the gentleman."
The doctor smiled as he rose, and shaking hands with his friend he said—
"I must leave you now to pay my visit upstairs. Edward, keep the boy here for awhile; you cannot have better company."