Obey.' 'Dick,' said Torpenhow, next morning, 'can I do anything for you ?' 'No! Leave me alone.

How often must I remind you that I'm blind ?' 'Nothing I could go for to fetch for to carry for to bring ?' 'No.

Take those infernal creaking boots of yours away.' 'Poor chap!' said Torpenhow to himself.

'I must have been sitting on his nerves lately.

He wants a lighter step.' Then, aloud, 'Very well.