The Thought: of Youth

ﬁne fellow and worthy even of Agnes Campion. Well, here we are. Coming in, David? ”

“ Not this afternoon—haven’t got time. I must mosey up to the North End to see a man who has got a lovely throat. Nobody can ﬁnd out what is the matter. He has puzzled all the doctors. He has puzzled me, but I’ll ﬁnd out what is wrong with him if he’ll only live long enough.”