JESSE COLLINGS. Mine hasn't begun to come back to me.
CHAMBERLAIN. You aren't old yet.
JESSE COLLINGS. I'm over eighty.
CHAMBERLAIN. Good for another twenty years. And once you were my senior.
We weren't quite boys together, Collings; but we've been good friends.
JESSE COLLINGS. Thank God for that!—Joe.
CHAMBERLAIN. Yes, I do. More now than I used to.
JESSE COLLINGS. All the same, you haven't so much cause to thank Him as we have.
CHAMBERLAIN. No?
(The listless monotone makes the little old man fear that he is not succeeding.)
JESSE COLLINGS. Is my talk tiring you?