The smell of the burning weeds gave a pleasant, wholesome and acrid taste to his mouth.
"Now then," said the doctor, "we can have our little talk." And he sat down beside him on another chair.
* * * * * Frank felt a little nervous, he scarcely knew why.

It seemed to him that it would be far better not to refer to the past at all.

And it appeared to him a little unusual that a doctor should be so anxious about it.
Twice or three times since yesterday this old man had begun to ask him a question and had checked himself.

There was a very curious eagerness about him now.
"I'm awfully grateful and all that," said Frank.

"Is there anything special you want to know?
I suppose I've been talking about my people ?" The doctor waved a wrinkled hand.
"No, no," he said, "not a word.