“Hush, Frederica! He’ll hear you!”
“No, dear, he’s almost stone deaf.”
She leant down again to his ear.
“Is your DEAFNESS any better, Uncle George?” she screamed.
She seemed to regard Uncle George as her own special property.
William growled again.
The circle drew another step farther back. The old lady looked anxious.
“I’m afraid he’s ill,” she said. “I hope it’s nothing infectious! James, I think you’d better examine him.”
Frederica drew one of the bashful and unwilling young men forward.
“This is your great-nephew, James,” she shouted. “DEAR Uncle George. He’s a MEDICAL STUDENT, and he’d SO love to talk to you.”