Then his mother was shown in.
'Well, how is the interesting invalid? Dear boy, how well you look! How perfectly splendid you look!'
'Hush, Mother,' said Bruce, with a faint smile, and in a very low voice. 'Sit down, and be a little quiet. Yes, I'm much better, and getting on well; but I can't stand much yet.'
'Dear, dear! And what did the doctor say?' she asked Edith.
'He won't come any more,' said Edith.
'Isn't he afraid you will be rushing out to the office too soon— over-working? Oh well, Edith will see that you take care of yourself. Where's little Archie?'
'Go and see him in the nursery,' said Bruce, almost in a whisper. 'I can't stand a lot of people in here.'
'Archie's out,' said Edith.
There was another ring.
'That's how it goes on all day long,' said Bruce. 'I don't know how it's got about, I'm sure. People never cease calling! It's an infernal nuisance.'