“Now,” said Dr. O’Grady, “I’m going to speak plainly to you for your
own good. You’ve behaved uncommonly badly since you came here. You’ve
sulked and you’ve whimpered, and you’ve raved in such a way as to make
Patsy Devlin and me quite uncomfortable. We made every excuse for you
yesterday afternoon. We recognized that Mr. Dick couldn’t be expected
to be cheerful when he hadn’t got any trousers. We knew that what had
happened would upset Mr. Sanders’ heart and bring on palpitations. We
did our best to make things easy for you. When the assistant anarchists
brought up your beds, we made them for you, and allowed you to get into
them, although it was barely five o’clock, and the habit of going to
bed at that hour is most unsociable. Patsy brought your tea over to you
later on before he drank a drop himself, to save you the trouble of
getting out of bed. That was pure kindness of heart on Patsy’s part,
and you didn’t so much as say ‘thank you.’”
“They did not,” said Patsy, who stood behind the bed with sleeves
still rolled up; “and it will be long enough before I do the like
again.”
“After tea,” said Dr. O’Grady, “I sent for the Emperor and persuaded
him to let Mr. Dick have his clothes back. I needn’t have done that. It
didn’t matter to me if he had to go about stark naked for the rest of
his natural life. Did you show any gratitude this morning? Not a bit.
You sulked and whimpered again in the most unbearable manner. We put up
with it. We tried to cheer you. There was an egg short at breakfast.
Who did without? Patsy again; although he deserved an egg a great deal
more than either of you. When breakfast was over, I suggested that we
should all join in the game of flipping pennies across the table. I
didn’t do that because I wanted to play. As a matter of fact, I don’t
usually play in the morning; I read. Patsy will bear me out in that. I
was prepared to sacrifice my own time and inclination to amuse you. How
did you receive the proposal? You sulked again.”
“I was brought up strictly,” said Mr. Sanders; “I belong to the Free
Kirk, and my conscience will not allow me to gamble.”
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