“To see how you were getting on.”
“That’s only one.”
“To have a chat with you about a certain lady.”
Glyddyr winced, and Gellow noticed it, but made no sign.
“We’ll talk that over after a bit. But how are you getting on over yonder?”
Glyddyr made an impatient gesture.
“Your digestion’s wrong, dear boy—that’s what’s the matter with you. But I congratulate you.”
“Con—what?”
“Gratulate you, dear boy. Of course, I saw all about that poor old chap dying of a drop too much.”
Glyddyr shivered.