"It's no use, I know it only too well. It's quick consumption," he replied, with a sigh.
I was really distressed.
Godkin, bluff and hearty, was the last man I should ever have expected to go into a decline.
"Quick consumption!" I repeated, after him, and laying a hand on his arm, sympathetically.
"Yes, having to bolt my breakfast in two gulps and hurry to catch the train for town."
While I was talking with Godkin a nervous-looking man passed us.
He had a lad along with him, and as it was a cold day the boy kept knocking his hands together to induce circulation.
This appeared to annoy grandpa.
"Tommy, stop rubbing your hands like that. The weather's not cold."