Captain Fortescue held the cup to his lips.
"There, there, that's better, lad; raise me a little."
"Won't you be quiet now, father? You've talked enough; let me call Watson."
"No, no; I haven't told you yet what I want to say. Who's that at the door?"
There was a low knock.
It was Watson.
"The master mustn't talk any more," she said. "Dr. Cholmondeley would be very much displeased."
"You mind your own business," said her master.
"Let me give you some milk, sir."
"I've had some. Go away, Watson; I want to speak to my son. Don't you come till I send for you!"