I'm goin' right down to see John this minute." He went, but, instead of helping the situation, he merely made it worse.
He found John seated at his office desk apparently engaged in his old occupation, that of looking out of the window.

The young man's face was pale and drawn, but his manner was perfectly calm.
"Hello, Captain," he observed, as his caller entered.

"I trust you've taken the necessary precautions, fumigated and all that sort of thing." "Fumigated ?" "Why, yes.

Unless I'm greatly mistaken, this office is destined to become the den of the moral leper.

As soon as my respected fellow-townsmen, the majority of them, learn that I am to battle with Heman the Great, and in such a cause, I shall be shunned and, so to speak, spat upon.