"I certainly did not."
"Well, really, I misunderstood you. By the way, someone told me that you intended to give up this office. It is a better one than mine, having the advantage of a better view, and I don't know but I might take it."
"I am not going to give it up yet a while."
Bodney came into the hall and the old doctor shuffled into his own den. "I guess he wants to poison someone," said Bodney, nodding toward the doctor's office. "Anybody with you?" he asked.
"No," Howard answered, as they both stepped into the office. "Why?"
"Oh, I am getting so I don't want to see anybody. I feel as if I were a thousand years old," he added, dropping upon a chair.
"You don't look well, that's a fact. What seems to be the trouble?"
"I don't know. Liver, perhaps. Goyle been here today?"
"No, and I don't want him to come again. Now, look here, George, I believe that fellow has a bad influence on you. You are not the same man since you became so intimate with him. What's his business? What does he do?"
"I'd rather not talk about him, Howard."