"Georgie"
I moved with stately displeasure toward the door.
"Oh, don't go away!" His tone changed to entreaty. "You might show a little decent feeling, considering the share you've had in the thing!" he groaned.
"If you'll try to ex—"
"You remember what the insurance doctor said about my heart?"
"No," said I firmly. What was his heart to me? "I never heard that you'd even seen a doctor. I don't know anything whatever about your heart, and I can't say that I ever thought about it." I was justly offended by his most extraordinary conduct.
At this Muggeridge gazed sentimentally at his beautiful brown boots.
"I'm not sure that I have one now," he said. And I wondered if he were mad.
I sat down and stared at him in despair.
"The doctor," said he impressively, "told me that no office in the world would insure me for five minutes. He said my heart was out of place, enlarged, fattily
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