“Five o'clock.”
“I thought it was more. The afternoons are very long.”
“Yes, sir!” Swithin sighed, as though he had expected the consolation of denial.
“Very likely I shall have a nap. Bring up hot water at half-past six and shave me before dinner.”
The valet moved towards the door. Swithin raised himself.
“What did Mr. James say to you?”
“He said you ought to have another doctor; two doctors, he said, better than one. He said, also, he would look in again on his way 'home.'”
Swithin grunted, “Umph! What else did he say?”
“He said you didn't take care of yourself.”
Swithin glared.