He was not over fifty, in spite of Sheridan's habitual "ole Doc Gurney." He was gray, however, almost as thin as Bibbs, and nearly always he looked drowsy.
"Your father telephoned me yesterday afternoon, Bibbs," he said, not rising.

"Wants me to 'look you over' again.

Come around here in front of me--between me and the fire.

I want to see if I can see through you." "You mean you're too sleepy to move," returned Bibbs, complying.

"I think you'll notice that I'm getting worse." "Taken on about twelve pounds," said Gurney.