Fact is, he's confined to his room.

That's why I come to do this business for him." "Stanley sick?
Dear, dear! What is it?
Nothing serious, I hope!" "Why, no-o--not to say sick, exactly.

He just can't seem to get out o' doors very handy.

He's sorter on a diet, you might say." "Too bad; too bad! He should have written his friends about it.

None of us knew a word of it.