You are in perfect health." Mr.Fentolin sighed gently.
"Then," he said, "I will now amuse myself by a gentle ride down to the Tower.

You are entirely satisfied, Sarson?
You are keeping nothing back from me ?" The doctor looked at him with grim, impassive face.

"There is nothing to keep back," he declared.

"You have the constitution of a cowboy.

There is no reason why you should not live for another thirty years." Mr.Fentolin sighed, as though a weight had been removed from his heart.
"I will now," he decided, reaching forward for the handle of his carriage, "go down to the Tower.