"So I've heard before—from others as well. And the others have found themselves packed off to nursing-homes, which, my dear Eric, are very tedious institutions. Are you going abroad now?"
"Not at the moment."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going back to my office, if I'm still wanted."
Gaisford shrugged his shoulders ruefully.
"You know, Eric, it's a waste of my time and of your money for you to come to me for advice. You've definitely gone back since I saw you in the summer."
"I've been working very hard; but I'm rather pleased with the results."
"I hope it's nothing like that novel you shewed me," said the doctor gloomily.
"I'll send you the script when I get it back from Manders," Eric promised with a laugh.