"North?" said he "what do you want to know about the north?"
"You said, you know, Sir, that you would go a little out of your way to leave me at home."
"I wont go out of my way for anybody. If I leave you there, it will be in my way. Why, you are not getting home-sick?"
"No Sir, not exactly; but I think I will go with you when you go."
"That wont be yet awhile; I thought those people wanted you to stay till January."
"Ay, but suppose I want to do something else?"
He looked at her with a comical kind of indecision, and said
"You don't know what you want; I thought when you came in you needn't go further than the glass to see something fresh; but I believe the sea-breezes haven't had enough of you yet. Which part of you wants freshening?" he said, in his mock-fierce way.
Fleda laughed, and said she didn't know.
"Out of humour, I guess," said the doctor. "I'll talk to you. Take this and amuse yourself awhile with something that isn't fresh till I get through, and then you shall go home with me."