With his nephew.' 'Come in.' The Minor Canon props him by the elbow with a strong hand (in a strictly scientific manner, worthy of his morning trainings), and turns him into his own little book-room, and shuts the door.' 'I have begun ill, sir.

I have begun dreadfully ill.' 'Too true.

You are not sober, Mr.Neville.' 'I am afraid I am not, sir, though I can satisfy you at another time that I have had a very little indeed to drink, and that it overcame me in the strangest and most sudden manner.' 'Mr.Neville, Mr.Neville,' says the Minor Canon, shaking his head with a sorrowful smile; 'I have heard that said before.' 'I think--my mind is much confused, but I think--it is equally true of Mr.Jasper's nephew, sir.' 'Very likely,' is the dry rejoinder.
'We quarrelled, sir.

He insulted me most grossly.

He had heated that tigerish blood I told you of to-day, before then.' 'Mr.Neville,' rejoins the Minor Canon, mildly, but firmly: 'I request you not to speak to me with that clenched right hand.