How did you get hold of him ?" "Very easily.

He wrote me he was passing through on his way to Richmond, and you naturally popped into my head as the proper man to sit next him," replied St.George in his hearty manner.
"And you were on top of him, I suppose, before he got out of bed.

Safer, sometimes," and he smiled significantly.
"Yes, found him at Guy's.

Sit here, Kennedy, where the air is cooler." "And quite himself ?" continued the author, settling himself in a chair that St.George had just drawn out for him.
"Perhaps a little thinner, and a little worn.

It was only when I told him you were coming, that I got a smile out of him.