‘That’s sensible advice—I feel it. I am shivery all over,’ said Walpole.
‘I’ll go and make a brew for you,’ cried Joe, ‘and you shall have it as hot as you can drink it.’
He had scarcely left the room, when he returned with the smoking compound.
‘You’re such a jolly doctor,’ said Walpole, ‘I feel sure you’d not refuse me a cigar?’
‘Certainly not.’
‘Only think! that old barbarian who was here this morning said I was to have nothing but weak tea or iced lemonade.’
Lockwood selected a mild-looking weed, and handed it to his friend, and was about to offer one to Atlee, when he said—
‘But we have taken you from your dinner—pray go back again.’
‘No, we were at dessert. I’ll stay here and have a smoke, if you will let me. Will it bore you, though?’
‘On the contrary,’ said Walpole, ‘your company will be a great boon to us; and as for myself, you have done me good already.’