He is getting old and we humor him, perhaps too much.

We are certainly indebted to you," returned the Colonel.
Betty was laid on the couch and consigned to the skillful hands of Mrs.Zane, who pronounced the injury a bad sprain.
"Well, Betty, this will keep you quiet for a few days," said she, with a touch of humor, as she gently felt the swollen ankle.
"Alfred, you have been our good angel so often that I don't see how we shall ever reward you," said Isaac to Alfred.
"Oh, that time will come.

Don't worry about that," said Alfred, jestingly, and then, turning to the others he continued, earnestly.
"I will apologize for the manner in which I disregarded Miss Zane's wish not to help her.

I am sure I could do no less.

I believe my rudeness has spared her considerable suffering." "What did he mean, Betts ?" asked Isaac, going back to his sister after he had closed the door.