“Do you hear mine?”
The weaker man capitulated, with a malediction, to the stronger.
“Since yesterday. He is being carefully tended.”
“By whom—you alone?”
“By a doctor.”
“What doctor?”
“When I know your right to catechise me, I will answer,” snarled the captain.
Mr Armstrong rang the bell.
“Light the fire here at once,” said he to the maid, “and then send the messenger up.”
In the interval the two men stood eyeing one another, while the patient from time to time tossed on his pillow and muttered to himself.