“You—you can't see him,” protested Mrs. Scutts. “He ain't to be seen.” “He'd be sorry to miss me,” said the doctor, eyeing her keenly as she stood on guard by the inner door. “I suppose he's at home?” “He'd be sorry to miss me,” said the doctor, eyeing her keenly as she stood on guard by the inner door. “I suppose he's at home?” “Of course,” said Mrs. Scutts, stammering and flushing. “Why, the pore man can't stir from his bed.” “Of course,” said Mrs. Scutts, stammering and flushing. “Why, the pore man can't stir from his bed.” “Well, I'll just peep in at the door, then,” said the doctor. “I won't wake him. You can't object to that. If you do—” “Well, I'll just peep in at the door, then,” said the doctor. “I won't wake him. You can't object to that. If you do—” Mrs. Scutts's head began to swim. “I'll go up and see whether he's awake,” she said. Mrs. Scutts's head began to swim. “I'll go up and see whether he's awake,” she said. She closed the door on them and stood with her hand to her throat, thinking. Then, instead of going upstairs, she passed into the yard and, stepping over the fence, opened Mr. Flynn's back door. She closed the door on them and stood with her hand to her throat, thinking. Then, instead of going upstairs, she passed into the yard and, stepping over the fence, opened Mr. Flynn's back door. “Halloa!” said that gentleman, who was standing in the scullery removing mud from his boots. “What's up?” “Halloa!” said that gentleman, who was standing in the scullery removing mud from his boots. “What's up?” In a frenzied gabble Mrs. Scutts told him. “You must be 'im,” she said, clutching him by the coat and dragging him towards the door. “They've never seen 'im, and they won't know the difference.” In a frenzied gabble Mrs. Scutts told him. “You must be 'im,” she said, clutching him by the coat and dragging him towards the door. “They've never seen 'im, and they won't know the difference.” “But—” exclaimed the astonished James. “But—” exclaimed the
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