"Not at all," acquiesced the doctor, nodding at the second officer.
"At the same time," continued Mr. Thomson—"at the—" He let go his friend's arm and staggered away; the doctor gazed after him sympathetically.
"His digestion is not all it should be," he said to the second officer, confidentially.
"If you don't get for'ard in two twos," said that gentleman, explosively, "I'll knock your heads off."
The doctor gazed at him in haughty disdain, and taking the limp Thomson by the arm, led him slowly away.
"How did we get here?" asked Mr. Harry Thomson, feebly.
The doctor shook his head.
"How did we get these disgusting clothes on?" continued his friend.
The doctor shook his head again. "The last thing I can remember, Harry," he said, slowly, "was imploring you not to drink any more."
"I didn't hear you," said the solicitor, crustily; "your speech was very indistinct last night."