"Shut the door, Tilda—and don't come back until I ring," said Sophy. "I wish to speak to Gaynor alone."
The man stood near the door, waiting.
"Is Mr. Chesney ill again?" asked Sophy.
"Very ill, indeed, madam—in my opinion."
"Dangerously?"
"I can't say, madam. I think it will be dangerous if it's allowed to go on."
"How do you mean 'allowed to go on'?"
"If a doctor isn't consulted, madam."
"But you know Mr. Chesney's dislike of doctors."
"Yes, madam; but in this instance it seemed to me that it would be better not to regard it."