"No, I'm not working to order; I'm only experimentalising." "You're rather fond of experiments, I think, Phil," said George, seating himself near the table at which his brother was working under the glare of the gas.

The dentist looked very pale and haggard in the gas-light, and his eyes had the dull sunken appearance induced by prolonged sleeplessness.

George sat watching his brother thoughtfully for some time, and then produced his cigar-case.

"You don't mind my smoke here ?" he asked, as he lighted a cigar.
"Not at all.

You are very welcome to sit here, if it amuses you to see me working at the cast of a lower jaw." "O, that's a lower jaw, is it?
It looks like the fragment of some castle-keep.