"I remember only that you have virtually kept me alive for the last two."
"Your constitution did that," the doctor replied untruthfully. "And you've been a good patient, you know, except once in a while."
"You've been a good friend, Handyside, though we met for the first time only five years ago. Yes; I'll see Carslaw to please you. Now there are several things I want to say to you—"
"They must keep," Handyside said firmly. "You are going to bed now."
"But I've asked you to fetch Marjorie—"
"That pleasure for her must keep also."
"Bed?" muttered Christopher. Then he looked straight at his friend, a question at his lips.
At that moment Caw reappeared.
"I'm ready," said his master. "I say, Handyside, what do you think of my new clock?" he asked as he was being wheeled to the door.
"I'll have a look at it later, Craig. It's not going yet."