"What are you about!"
"I declare, I don't know!" said Dr. Harrison, standing back. "I thought I was just disposing of you comfortably for the day—but I am open to conviction!"
The left hand let go its grasp of the couch—taken so suddenly, and for which the wounded arm took swift vengeance; and Mr. Linden laid himself down on the cushions again, the colour leaving his cheeks as fast as it had come.
"What's the matter, Linden?" said the doctor with rather a kind look of concern. "You have hurt yourself."
Faith left the room.
"I fear I have disarranged some of your work."
The doctor examined and set to rights.
"I'll see how you do this evening. What ailed you to pitch into me like that, Linden?"
"I think the 'pitching in' came upon me," he answered pleasantly.
"It seems so, indeed. I hope you won't try this kind of thing again. I am sure you won't to-day."