“Come again!”

“Come again! My dear boy, ye’ll be sick of the sight of me soon! I shall be here every day.”

“Thanks! It will take a good deal to sicken me, I think.” He bit his lip, turning his head away as Miss Betty came into the room.

“I’m afraid that you ought to leave my patient now, Sir Miles,” she said. “He has had enough excitement for one day, and should sleep.” She glanced at the averted head inquiringly. “I doubt he is tired?”

Jack turned and smiled at her.

“No, Miss Betty, I’m not. But I know you will refuse to believe me.”

“My dear boy, do you know you have black lines beneath your eyes?”

“More remarks about my face!” he sighed, and glanced at O’Hara, who had risen.