“I shouldn’t have said so,” replied Richling; “I can’t explain.”
“Thass all right,” said the other. And, a little later: “Smith Izard call’ you by name. How he know yo’ name?”
“I can’t imagine!”
The Italian waved his hand.
“Thass all right, too; nothin’ to me.” Then, after another pause: “Think you saved my life to-day.”
“The honors are easy,” said Richling.
He went to bed again for two or three days. He liked it little when Dr. Sevier attributed the illness to a few moments’ violent exertion and excitement.
“It was bravely done, at any rate, Richling,” said the Doctor.
“That it was!” said Kate Ristofalo, who had happened to call to see the sick man at the same hour. “Doctor, ye’r mighty right! Ha!”
Mrs. Reisen expressed a like opinion, and the two kind women met the two men’s obvious wish by leaving the room.