"Must you come here again?" he asked. I thought it a question that might have been better expressed.
"Yes," I said. "I don't want to pile up the visits, but I must do what's wanted."
"I didn't mean that. I meant that unless you were coming again in any case, I should have to make arrangements for fetching you if the need arose."
I laughed. "Arrangements? Well, you've nobody to send but yourself?"
"There's the dog."
"But he doesn't know where I live."
"I was meaning to teach him that to-morrow. I'd better do it in any case—one never knows what may happen." He sighed profoundly.
"Teach him to fetch the doctor—eh? He must be a clever beggar. What do you call him?"
"He has no name. He's not a pet. You must take some refreshment before you go. Whisky?"
"Ah, a drop of whisky and a biscuit would be rather welcome. Thanks."