'What's the use--money to me now.'
'You can have it buried with you.'
'Yes--I can. Doug, why do you speak like that?'
'Mr. Babbacombe, might I ask you not to be so thorough?'
An expression of surprise lighted up his features.
'He's wandering.'
'I did not gather, from our conversation yesterday, that it was part of your scheme to pretend to be dying even when we were alone.'
The expression of surprise had grown in intensity.
'Doug!'
'My good man, please don't look at me like that. And do not call me "Doug." Even if you were the person, and in the condition, you pretend to be, I should resent hearing the word come from your lips each second.'