"Better than the other," said Walter, aloud. "What other?"
"Be quiet," said the doctor. "Do you really think her stomach can be
empty for six days, and her head be none the worse? Come, my dear,
another spoonful. Good girl! Now et me look at you, Mr. Walter."
"Why, what is the matter with _him_?" said the Colonel. "I never saw him
look better in all my life."
"Indeed! Red spots on his cheek-bones, ditto on his temples, and his
eyes glaring."
"Excitement and happiness," said Walter.
The doctor took no notice of him. "He has been outraging nature,"
said he, "and she will have her revenge. We are not out of the wood
yet, Colonel Clifford, and you had better put them all three under
my command."
"I do, my good friend; I do," said Colonel Clifford, eagerly. "It is your
department, and I don't believe in two commanders."
They drew up at the great door of Clifford Hall. It seemed to open of
itself, and there were all the servants drawn up in two lines.
They all showed eager sympathy, but only John Baker and Mrs.
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