Mrs. Evelyn made a gesture to a very slender and somewhat
pale figure to sit down in a large easy chair.
"Thank you, I'm not tired," he briskly said, standing with a
caressing hand on his friend's shoulder. "Here's Cecil can't quite
believe yet that I have the use of my limbs."
"Yes," said John, "no sooner did he come on board, than he made a
rush at the poor sailor who had broken his leg, and was going to be
carried ashore on a hammock. He was on the point of embracing him,
red beard and all, when he was forcibly dragged off by Jock himself
whom he nearly knocked down."
"Well," said Cecil, as Sydney fairly danced round him in revengeful
glee, "there was the Monk solicitously lifting him on one side, and
Mother Carey assisting with a smelling-bottle on the other, so what
could I suppose?"
"All for want of us," said Sydney.
"And think of the cunning of him," added Babie; "shutting us up here
that he might give way to his feelings undisturbed!"
"I promised to go and speak about that poor fellow at the hospital,"
cried John, with sudden recollection.
"You had better let me," said Jock.
"You will stay where you are."
"I consider him my patient."
"If that's the way you two fought over your solitary case all the way
home," said Babie, "I wonder there's a fragment left of him.
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