“So much the better—eh, my boy? And how’s uncle? Still going strong?”
“Yes; and longing to snatch me from this Babylon.”
“You mean to succeed him?”
“As long hence as possible.”
“I had heard you were not enthusiastic. A small practice, isn’t it?”
“Not exactly. A matter of a thousand a year!”
“Clear profit?”
“Yes.”
“That’s good enough. But in the country, my poor fellow, in the country!”
“It would be the death of you, wouldn’t it?”