"Yes; he seems to be having quite an obstinate attack this time."
The visitor sadly shook his head. "Ah?—poor fellow, poor fellow!"
"Do you think his condition serious?" asked Mr. Graham, with anxiety.
Dr. Griswold cast a glance of the furtive eye over his shoulder and around the room; then stooped nearer Mr. Graham.
"Didn't you know?" he questioned, in a lowered tone.
"Only that the failure of his wife's health has been a sad blow to him and that after each of her attacks he has had a break-down. Is there anything more?"
Dr. Griswold stooped nearer still and brought his voice to a yet lower key.
"Whiskey"—he whispered.
Mr. Graham drew back and the candid brows went up.
"Ah—ah" he exclaimed. Then fell silent and serious.