“Oh, I used to go sessions there, you know.”
“Do you always jump when people mention the places you used to go sessions at?”
“Generally,” replied George.
“I see,” said Mr. Blodwell, lighting his cigar. “A bad habit, George; it excites remark. Tell him the House.”
“Good night, sir,” said George. “I hope your head is better.”
Mr. Blodwell snorted indignantly as he pulled up the window, and was driven away to his duties.