The doctor took an ungratified survey of my countenance.
"Don't you want to see some of your old friends?"
"Friends? - here? Who, Dr. Sandford?"
"Old Juanita would like to see you."
"Juanita!" said I. "Is she alive?"
"You do not seem very glad of it?"
I was not glad of anything. But I did not say so.
"She would like to see you."
"I suppose she would."
"Do you not incline to gratify her?"