It was not altogether the air of foreign travel and cultivation which was so perceptible, but a something else--a restlessness and nervousness of speech and manner as he moved about the room, walking rapidly and gesticulating as he walked.
'You are looking thin and tired.

Are you not well ?' Frank asked.
'Oh, yes, perfectly well,' Arthur replied: 'only this infernal heat in my blood, which keeps me up to fever pitch all the time.

I shall have to bathe my face again,' and, turning a second time to the bowl, he began to throw water over his face and hands as he had done before.
'I'd like a bath in ice water,' he said, as he began drying himself with a fresh towel.

'If I remember right, there is no bath-room on this floor, but I can soon have one built.

I intend to throw down the wall between this room and the next, and perhaps the next, so as to have a suite.' He was asserting the ownership at once, and Frank had nothing to say, for his brother was master there, and had a right to tear the house down if he chose.