He took the chair which Bryce drew forward and pulled out an old-fashioned cigar-case, offering it to his companion.
"Will you try one, doctor ?" he asked.

"Genuine stuff that, sir--I've a friend in Cuba who remembers me now and then.

No," he went on, as Bryce thanked him and took a cigar, "I didn't know you'd finished with the doctor.

Quietish place this to practise in, I should think--much quieter even than our sleepy old city." "You know it ?" inquired Bryce.
"I've a friend lives here--old friend of mine," answered Harker.

"I come down to see him now and then--I've been here since yesterday.