“Oh, let it out, Martin. You'll feel better afterward. Who is it?”
“Cameron, so help me! Connolly is an infernal ass. He's batty, I tell you. I'm treating him for it right now.”
“All right,” said Cameron, “never mind. I shall run up and tell my wife you are here. Wait for me,” he cried, as he ran up the stairs.
“Connolly, you fool! I'll knock your wooden block off!” said the doctor in a fury.
“But, Doc, you did say—”
“Oh, confound you! Shut up! It was—”
“But you did say—”
“Will you shut up?”
“Certain, sure I'll shut up. But you said—”
“Look here!” broke in the doctor impatiently. “He'll be down in a minute. I don't want him to know.”