“Your doctor would not hear of it. It would be madness.”
Farron leaned over and touched his bell. The nurse was instantly in the room, looking at Vincent, Adelaide thought, as a water-dog looks at its master when it perceives that a stick is about to be thrown into the pond.
“Miss Gregory,” said Vincent, “there’s a young man from my office down-stairs. Will you tell him that I can’t see him to-day, but that I shall be down-town next week, and I’ll see him then?”
Miss Gregory was almost at the door before Adelaide stopped her.
“You must know that Mr. Farron cannot get down-town next week.”
“Has the doctor said not?”
Adelaide shook her head impatiently.
“I don’t suppose any one has been so insane as to ask him,” she answered.
Miss Gregory smiled temperately.
“Oh, next week is a long time off,” she said, and left the room. Adelaide turned to her husband.