"'Patiently'?" She put up her face-à-main. The dotted veil prevented her from seeing clearly through it, but the gêste was all that she desired. This habit of sarcastic echoing was one of her most trying and effective methods. "Pray explain yourself!" she added, in a tart voice.
Sophy explained very thoroughly. When she had finished, her mother-in-law drew her eyelids together and said through narrowed lips: "How did you come to think of this Doctor Carfew?"
"I asked for a nerve-specialist's address. Gaynor knew of this one."
"You sent for a doctor for my son at a servant's instigation?"
Sophy frowned a little.
"I went to Doctor Carfew myself—of my own accord. Please take another tone with me, Lady Wychcote," she added. "I think we can arrive at more useful conclusions in that way."
They looked at each other in silence for a moment; then Lady Wychcote said:
"Is Cecil awake?"
"I do not think so. Gaynor was to send me word in that case."
"You evidently rely on this man Gaynor for everything."