"I say, Dr Mortimer, how did you hurt your forehead?"
"Somebody hurt it for me," said Jim.
"Was it a fight?" inquired the youth excitedly.
"Kind of one," admitted Jim.
Full of the news he had gleaned, Frank burst into the drawing-room, where Mr and Mrs Maybury, Dora, and the other paying guests were awaiting the summons to dinner.
"I say, pater, Dr Mortimer's been having a fight. He's got an awful cut over the napper."
"Frank!" exclaimed Mrs Maybury, "how often must I tell you not to use such vulgar terms?"
Frank grinned.
"You go and have a look at it!" he added, with supreme gusto, "you never saw such a whopping cut in all your life."
Mrs Maybury turned a glance on her husband which plainly said: "And what do you think of him now?"