If he keeps it up he should be a centenarian by about the end of next year. One seems to age rather rapidly under this system.
THE OTHER HALF.
I was sitting by Anderson's fire the other day when his telephone bell rang. He made the usual insincere exclamation of disgust—as insincere as the horror we simulate when a bundle of letters is brought into the room, to have letters and to be called up on the telephone being really adventures and therefore welcome; and he then crossed the room to answer the call.
"Shall I go?" I asked, thinking that he might prefer to be alone.
"Oh, no," he said, and I remained. I was not trying to overhear, but it couldn't be helped.
This is the conversation (his half) that I heard:—
"Yes."
"Speaking. Who is it?"