I didn't like to bore you while you were so very low.

But they look like business letters; and perhaps it would be as well for you to open them." The sick man contemplated the little packet which the dentist had taken from his breast-pocket; and then shook his head wearily.
"I'm not up to the mark, Sheldon," he said; "the letters must keep." "O, come, come, old fellow! That's giving way, you know.

The letters may be important; and it will do you good if you make an effort to rouse yourself." "I tell you it isn't in me to do it, Philip Sheldon.

I'm past making efforts.

Can't you see that, man?
Open the letters yourself, if you like." "No, no, Halliday, I won't do that.