"Anyhow, you would have lost this time, sure thing, for I've been working." "Seen the doctor yet ?" queried Arkwright, coolly, pushing the cigars across the table.
"Thanks--for both," sniffed Calderwell, with a reproachful glance, helping himself.

"Your good judgment in some matters is still unimpaired, I see," he observed, tapping the little gilded band which had told him the cigar was an old favorite.

"As to other matters, however,--you're wrong again, my friend, in your surmise.

I am not sick, and I have been working." "So?
Well, I'm told they have very good specialists here.

Some one of them ought to hit your case.