“Well, I am glad—I was going to say to see you, old fellow,” cried Salis. “Hadn’t you better open the curtains and the window? This room smells very faint.”
“Brandy spilt,” said North, alluding to his accident of many days before.
“Brandy? Why, the place smells of laudanum and chloroform, and goodness knows what besides.”
“You wanted to speak to me,” said North.
“Yes, I’ve a great deal to say; but I should like to sit down.”
“There is a chair on your left.”
“Ah, yes. Thanks,” said Salis, feeling about until he touched it, and sitting down. “Where are you?”
“Sitting on the bed.”
“Well, I suppose you have a reason for this blind-man’s-buff work. Eyes bad?”
“Very.”