Assured that there was nothing he tottered about the room for a few minutes, then declared that he must go to bed.
"I always feel better in the evening, Gammon.

You'll excuse me, I know; we are old friends.

I must see you again to-day; you'll promise to come back?
Oh, how ill I am! I don't think this can go on much longer." "What did the doctor tell you to do ?" "Oh, nothing, nothing," was the irritable reply.

"Of course, I must get away as soon as possible.

If only I could hear from Greenacre." Seeing there was no likelihood of the man's leaving home for the next few hours Gammon promised to return in the afternoon, and so took his leave.