"You've not heard him heaping maledictions on my defenceless head?"
"No, I have not," he answered, with a satirical smile; "but then you see he's not given to expressing his thoughts in public."
"Exactly. I guess his thoughts about me would not bear repeating in any polite society."
"That is possible," the old doctor said, pursing his lips, and looking thoughtful.
"I suppose no one sees him yet?"
"Well, Chester or I myself see him every day—sometimes twice."
"I intend seeing him myself soon."
"You do?"
"Yes I do. There's nothing wrong in it, is there?"
"Why do you ask that question?"