A little later T. B. was ushered out of the room.
"You agree with me," said the doctor smoothly, "Mr. Moole is not in a position to carry on a very long conversation."
T. B. nodded.
"I quite agree," he said, pleasantly. "An American millionaire—Mr. Moole—is he not?"
Dr. Fall inclined his head. His black eyes never left T. B.'s face.
"An American millionaire," he repeated.
"He does not talk like an American," said T. B.; "even making allowances that one must for his mental condition, there is no inducement to accept the phenomenon."
"Which phenomenon?" asked the other, quickly.
"That which causes an American millionaire, a man probably of some refinement and education, at any rate of some lingual characteristics, to talk like a Somerset farm labourer."
"What do you mean?" asked the other harshly.