I bore it as long as I could--" "You are giving me a proof of your gentle endurance now, I suppose," said the doctor.
"I beg your pardon, sir, but I can't help it,--I feel so angry when I think of it, that I am afraid I should knock him down again if he were to repeat it." "For shame, sir!" said the doctor, sternly; "I should have thought that you had already had a lesson you would not easily have forgotten.

What did he say of your brother that irritated you?
I insist upon knowing." "He said Louis was--that Louis did not speak the truth, sir.

He said that I believed it--that _I_ believed it"-- and Reginald's passionate sobs choked his utterance.
"Believed what ?" asked the doctor.
"Something that happened yesterday," said Reginald; "he said that--he was a hypocrite, and he went on taunting me about last summer." "_About last summer!_" repeated the doctor.
"Yes, sir--about a mistake.

Nobody makes allowances for Louis.

I could have borne it all if he had not said that _I_ knew Louis was a liar.