"I always stoop at meals," I explained; "it helps the circulation. My own idea."
"But it looks so bad. You ought——"
"Don't improve me," I begged.
"No wonder you have——"
"Hush! I haven't. I got a bullet on the liver in the campaign of '03, due to over smoking; and sometimes it hurts me a little in the cold weather. That's all."
"Why don't you try the Hyperion?"
"I will. Where is it?"
"It isn't anywhere; you buy it."
"Oh, I thought you dined at it. What do you buy it for?"
"It's one of those developers with elastics and pulleys and so on. Every morning early, for half an hour before breakfast——"