You slept well, I trust ?" The professor was understood to say that he had slept well.
Dr.Farr sighed.

"Youth!" he murmured, waving his umbrella.

"Oh, youth!" "Quite so," said the professor.

There was a dryness in his tone not calculated to encourage rhapsody.

The old gentleman's gurgle changed to a note of practical helpfulness.
"You wish to bathe, I see.