“What, are you feverish again?” she asked anxiously, getting out her thermometer as she rose and came towards him.
“I don’t know; but I remember you were doing it once when I was just about half awake, and I liked it. You put your arm under my head.”
“If you will talk so much, I shall call Lady Haigh.”
“But do take my temperature! I thought sick people always had everything they wanted.”
“Everything in reason. Patients are expected not to trouble their doctors unnecessarily. Now try to go to sleep.” And Georgia returned the thermometer resolutely to its case.
“Would it be considered a thing in reason if a patient asked his doctor to give him a kiss? What would the doctor say?”
“That anything of the kind would be highly unprofessional.”
“Well, this patient,” said Dick, weakly, “refuses to try to go to sleep unless his doctor acts in that unprofessional way.”
And his doctor did.