"Please, sir!—it is most important for the patient that the house should be absolutely quiet."
"I tell you the house is mine!" said Melrose, positively stamping. "What business have you—or the other one—to give orders in it? I'll turn you all out!—you shall march, I tell you!"
The nurse—an older woman than the first who had spoken to him outside—drew back with dignity.
"I am sorry if I offended you, sir. I was summoned from Carlisle this morning as night nurse to an urgent case. I have been helping the other nurse all day, for Mr. Faversham has wanted a great deal of attention. I am now just going on duty, while the day nurse takes some rest."
"Show me where he is," said Melrose peremptorily. "I wish to see him."
The nurse hesitated. But if this was really the master of the house, it was difficult to ignore him entirely. She looked at his feet.
"You'll come in quietly, sir? I am afraid—your boots—"
"Oh, go on! Order me about! What's wrong with my boots?" The pale grin was meant for sarcasm.
"They're rather heavy, sir, for a sick-room. Would you—would you mind—taking them off?"
"Upon my word, you're a cool one!"