“Now tell me what you mean,” said the other.
“I mean that we—we’re just brother and sister,” said Thyrsis.
“But—why did you get married?”
“We got married because we wanted to study.”
“To study what?”
“Well, everything—music, principally.”
“And how long do you expect to keep that up?”
“Oh, for a good many years—until we’ve accomplished something, and until we’ve got some money.”
And the doctor sank back and drew his breath. “I don’t wonder your stomach’s out of order!” he said.
“What do you mean?” asked Thyrsis.