The Doctor turned on his companion impatiently.
'That's my affair,' he said. 'Mind that Emma is ready.'
'No, no, Aleck—no, no, that must not be. No, no.'
The Doctor looked as if about to make an assault on his friend, and then raising his finger in a menacing manner, 'Who was it,' he exclaimed fiercely, 'that with rude force burst into my room one morning, disturbing my slumbers, and committing various acts of violence, while I was in a defenceless state unable to resist—who was it?'
The Doctor's eyes actually glared with such a genuine expression of rage, that Mr. Tenant lost his self-possession, and, as if afraid to admit the charge, answered faintly:
'I don't know.'
'You lie, you dog—you know you do,' said the Doctor, relaxing his angry tone. 'Ah, Harry, I did not think it of you.'
This last remark was uttered in the old familiar, gentle tone, and was accompanied by a look—just such a look as he had given him on the evening of the memorable affair of the thousand-dollar check.
Tears came into Mr. Tenant's eyes.
'Come, come,' said the Doctor, 'don't be foolish; away with you, and let me attend to my business.'