He had not been really well for several years, he said.
At that, Mr.Schofield laughed and slapped him heartily on the back.
"Oh, mercy!" Mr.Gilling cried, leaping in his chair.

"What IS the matter ?" "Nothing!" Mr.Schofield laughed.

"I just slapped you the way we used to slap each other on the campus.

What I was going to say was that you have no business being a bachelor.

With all your money, and nothing to do but travel and sit around hotels and clubs, no wonder you've grown bilious." "Oh, no; I'm not bilious," Mr.Gilling said uncomfortably.