"Quiet!" echoed Mrs. Copley. "How could you keep him quiet?"
"I suppose I imagined myself on board ship," said the young man, smiling, "and gave orders, as I am accustomed to do there. Habit is a great thing."
"And Mr. Copley minded your orders?"
"That is understood."
"Well!" ejaculated Mrs. Copley. "He never would do the least thing I or Dolly wanted him to do; not the least thing. He has been giving the orders all along; and as fidgetty as ever he could be. Fidgetty and nervous. Wasn't he fidgetty?"
"No; very docile and peaceable."
"You must be a wonderful man," said Mrs. Copley.
"Habit," said Mr. Shubrick. "As I said, it is a great thing."
"He has been having his own way all along," said Mrs. Copley; "and ordering us about, and doing just the things he ought not to do. He was always that way."
"Not the proper way for a sick room," said Mr. Shubrick. "You had better install me as head nurse."