"Lie down, Gary, and take it quietly," said Dr. Sandford, putting his hand on his shoulder. Preston scowled and submitted, without taking his eyes from my face.
"You are not glad to see me?" I asked, feeling his manner a little awkward.
"Of course not. You ought not to be in this place. What have you got on that rig for?"
"What rig?"
"That! I suppose you don't dress so at home, do you? You didn't use it. Hey? what is it for?"
"It is that I may be properly dressed. Home things would be out of place here."
"Yes; so I think," said Preston; "and you most of all. Where is Aunt Randolph?"
"You do not seem very grateful, Gary," said the doctor, who all this while stood by with an impenetrable countenance.
"Grateful - for what?"
"For your cousin's affection and kindness, which has come here to look after you."