It was almost cold enough to put them off their walk. Davis and Gareth walked side by side, at an even pace except where the snow had collected into small puddles on the sidewalk. The moon was well in its prime, and glistened high up, reflecting off the wet leaves. "Well?" asked Davis.
Gareth walked on, slowing before a streetlight. He stopped to shake the embers of his cigar, and stomped them into the snow. "That was Bower, I was talking about. Fred Bower."
Davis waited a while before speaking again. Gareth took some damn long pauses. "So, that's him? The best doctor in the world?"
"Oh, I wouldn't say so."
"So, he isn't?"
"Sure he is. I just wouldn't say so. Blasted snob."
Gareth pushed against the pole and sidestepped a pool of melted snow. They walked towards the boulevard.