"If you had been my own brother, you could not have done more for me than that." He laid a singularly strong emphasis on those three words "my own brother," and a change passed over his face as he pronounced them--a change that no language of mine is competent to describe.
"I hope I have not done being of service to you yet," said Arthur.

"I'll speak to my father as soon as I get home." "You seem to be fond and proud of your father," said the medical student.

"I suppose, in return, he is fond and proud of you ?" "Of course he is," answered Arthur, laughing.

"Is there anything wonderful in that?
Isn't _your_ father fond--" The stranger suddenly dropped young Holliday's hand and turned his face away.
"I beg your pardon," said Arthur.

"I hope I have not unintentionally pained you.