"I consider him reliable. I have no one else to rely on."
Lady Wychcote rose.
"I must tell you," she said, "that I intend sending for Craig Hopkins at once."
"I wired for you, to consult you," said Sophy evenly.
"Quite so. And I presume that you are not surprised that I refuse to take the opinion of a quack on a matter so near to me as the health of my son."
"I do not think that Doctor Carfew can be justly called a 'quack.' He is celebrated."
"Pardon me, but that's nonsense. All so-called specialists are quacks, more or less. And I believe that Cagliostro was a very celebrated person."
Sophy shrugged her shoulders.
"I only beg that whatever you decide to do will be done quickly," she said.
"You shall be gratified. Craig Hopkins shall be here within the hour. I will go for him myself—and return with him."