"Don't you ever marry a doctor, then, Miss Lucy."
"I am not going to marry one," returned Lucy.
"Well, you need not look so fierce," cried Jan. "I didn't ask you."
Lucy laughed. "Did I look fierce, Jan? I suppose I was thinking of the drugs. I'd never, never be a surgeon, of all things in the world."
"If everybody was of your mind, Miss Lucy, how would people get doctored?"
"Very true," answered Lucy. "But I don't envy them."
"The doctors or the people?" asked Jan.
"I meant the doctors. But I envy the patients less," glancing involuntarily towards Lionel as she spoke.
Jan glanced at him too. "Lionel, I'll bring you round some better stuff than this," said he. "What are you eating?"
"Nothing," put in Decima. "Dr. West keeps him upon arrowroot and beef-tea, and such things."