human
Aren't you well, old man? Look awfully yellow about the gills. Worked too hard, haven't you? No use overdoing it.
gpt
Well? Of course I'm well! Sound as a nut. Little bilious, maybe, but that's nothing. Why?
human
Oh, nothing! Must say, though, you gave me a twist when I came on you suddenly. Maybe it's your epigastric nerve; maybe it's your liver and will pass off, but I'd knock off work for a day or two if I were you.
gpt
Let me carry yer kit, Joppy, ye look done up. What's happened to ye, man, since mornin'?
human
Never felt better in my life, protested Joplin.
gpt
No, I'll carry it--not heavy--
human
Stebbins, old man--
gpt
Yes, Joppy.
human
What I told you last night is turning out just as I expected. Heart's been acting queer all morning and my epigastric nerve is very sensitive. Puddy says I look awful. Do you see it?
gpt
Well, everybody looks better one time than another. You've been working too hard, maybe.
human
But do I look yellow?
gpt
Well, to tell you the truth, Joppy, you do--yellow as a gourd--not always, just now and then when you walk fast or run upstairs.
human
I've been afraid of that. Was my pulse all right when you counted it last night?
gpt
Yes, certainly--skipped a beat now and then, but that's nothing. I had an uncle once who had a pulse that wobbled like that. He, of course, went off suddenly; some said it was apoplexy; some said it was his heart--these doctors never agree. I wouldn't worry about it, old man. Hold on, Pudfut, don't walk so fast.