"Does it appear to be turning cool?" asked the son.
"No; it does not appear to be turning cool at all," was the answer.
"H'm 'm!" said Dr. Mossy.
"Hem!" said General Villivicencio.
Dr. Mossy, not realizing his own action, stole a glance at his
manuscript.
"I am interrupting you," said the General, quickly, and rose.
"No, no! pardon me; be seated; it gives me great pleasure to--I did not
know what I was doing. It is the work with which I fill my leisure
moments."
So the General settled down again, and father and son sat very close to
each other--in a bodily sense; spiritually they were many miles apart.
The General's finger-ends, softly tapping the desk, had the sound of
far-away drums.
"The city--it is healthy?" asked the General.
"Did you ask me if"--said the little Doctor, starting and looking up.
"The city--it has not much sickness at present?" repeated the father.
"No, yes--not much," said Mossy, and, with utter unconsciousness, leaned
down upon his elbow and supplied an omitted word to the manuscript.
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