"I don't offer you any, Greenacre, it's medicine; I take it as such.

One doesn't offer one's friends a glass of medicine, you know, Greenacre." "My name is Gammon." "What am I thinking about! There was something I wanted to ask you.
Yes, of course.

Does she know ?" "You mean does your wife know who you really are ?" said Gammon in a cautious voice.
"Haven't you told her ?" "Not yet." "Then I don't think anyone else has." The man had fallen back upon the pillow.

He began to cough, struggled to raise himself, and became seated on the edge of the bed.
"Well, it's time we were going." "Where to ?" asked Gammon.
The other stared at him in surprise and distress.
"Surely I haven't to tell you all over again! Weren't you listening?
You're a man of business, are you not?
Surely you ought to have a clear head the first thing in the morning." "Just tell me again in a word or two.

What can I do for you?
Do you want to see anybody ?" "Yes, yes, I remember." He laid a hand on his companion's shoulder.
"The matter stands thus, Greenacre I trust you implicitly, once more I assure you of that; but it is absolutely necessary for me to see a solicitor." "All right.