"I don't take to him much myself," William King confessed; "though I must say he seems a decent man enough. He doesn't cultivate acquaintances in Old Chester, but that only shows bad taste."
"She says he is not very well," Dr. Lavendar explained; "she says he likes to keep quiet when he comes down here."
"I don't see anything wrong with him."
"Hasn't taken any of your pills? Maybe he doesn't believe in doctors. I don't myself."
"Thank you," said William King.
"There's too much fuss anyway over our precious carcasses! And you fellows encourage it," Dr. Lavendar grumbled. Then he said he wished he knew more about Mrs. Richie. "I ask you for information and all you say is that she's good-looking, and her brother doesn't take your pills."
William laughed.
"She doesn't come to church very regularly, and she never stops afterwards to talk," Dr. Lavendar ruminated.
"Well, she lives 'way up there on the hill road—"
"Yes, she does live pretty far out of town," Dr. Lavendar admitted, "but that's not a reason for not being neighborly after church."