or seizure just now and knocked over the table.”
“A fit!”
“Or seizure.”
“Is he subject to fits?”
I was about to answer, when Biffy hurried in. He had forgotten to brush his hair, which gave him a wild look, and I saw the old boy direct a keen glance at him. It seemed to me that what you might call the preliminary spadework had been most satisfactorily attended to and that the success of the good old bulb could be in no doubt whatever.
Biffy’s man came in with the nosebags and we sat down to lunch.
It looked at first as though the meal was going to be one of those complete frosts which occur from time to time in the career