“Now, look here, old man, you must stay in bed, and I’ll bring old Deacon in to have a look at you.”
“Nonsense,” said Philip. “There’s nothing the matter. I wish you wouldn’t bother about me.”
“But it isn’t any bother. You’ve got a temperature and you must stay in bed. You will, won’t you?”
There was a peculiar charm in his manner, a mingling of gravity and kindliness, which was infinitely attractive.