“Well, shake hands,” said the fresh comer, as he finished making a neat packet of his gloves by stuffing one in the other.
“Hands clean?”
“Bless my soul, man, yes!”
“Not been handling any contagious patients?”
“Get out! Of course not. How are things looking?” said the doctor, after a long conversation on things in general.
“Horribly.”
“You don’t say so. Well, I’m very, very sorry.”
“For little Gertrude’s sake? So am I.”
“You’ve heard something.” The lawyer nodded.
“Well, as brother executor, speak out.” The lawyer drew a long breath, screwed up his face, and half shut his eye.