She rose, put the paper of silk upon the table, and then turned to Jan.
"Mamma and I had quite a contention yesterday," she said to him.

"I say that Lionel is not being treated properly." "That's just my opinion," laconically replied Jan.

"Only West flares up so, if his treatment is called in question.

I'd get him well in half the time." Lionel wearily changed his position on the sofa.

The getting well, or the keeping ill, did not appear to interest him greatly.
"Let's look at his medicine, Decima," continued Jan.