Excitable I shall probably be all my life.
It's temperamental.

But I'm learning to control my temper." In a week his coolness and composure were bearing horrible fruit.
Exhausted by blind fits of rage, racking spells of coughing and more brandy than usual, the invalid's weakness became pitifully apparent.
He seemed now but a shaking shadow, gray and gaunt.

Even the doctor, who accepted him with fatalistic calm, confessed alarm.

And Kenny, with his teeth set and his fingers clenched in his hair, faced another problem.

He was to blame and he alone! What in the literal name of mercy was he to do?
There was one alternative left and one only.