"Nervous debility."
"That is too bad. I nursed one patient with it."
"Did he recover?" questioned Mark Horton, with a slight show of interest.
"He did, sir."
"Then there may be hope for me, Mrs. Conroy?"
"Certainly there is hope," put in Homer Bulson, with a hypocritical smile.
"I'll do my best by you, sir," said Mrs. Conroy pleasantly.
"Thank you."
"You had better give my uncle a little wine," put in Bulson. "He needs it as a tonic."