“Yes, I saw that.”
“Then can you imagine a more unpleasant position for a well-to-do old chap like myself; staying at a house where your host always shows you that you are not wanted?”
“No. It is hard; and for unselfish reasons.”
“I wouldn’t stop another hour with the rowdy Yankee scoundrel, only Mrs Hampton says I must.”
“For Gertrude’s sake, of course.”
“Oh, hang your of ‘course,’” cried the lawyer angrily.
“Call yourself a friend! Why don’t you advise me to go?”
“Can’t,” said the doctor, putting his hat upon the top of his cane, and spinning it slowly round.
“Don’t do that, man. It fidgets me.”
The doctor took his hat off the cane meekly, and set it on the table, after which he laid his cane across his knees, and began to roll it slowly to and fro, as if he were making paste.