Kathryn leaned a little nearer.
"After all, Miss Keltridge, doesn't that seem a little bit—"
Olive waited.
"Self—er—centred?"
"I don't see how. Mr. Opdyke would tell me, if he cared to have me know."
"Unless he thought you would find it out by intuition," Kathryn suggested balmily, as she leaned back in her chair and smoothed her dressing gown.
It was with difficulty that Olive downed her amusement.
"Intuition, as a rule, doesn't count for much with spines and internal injuries," she said.
Kathryn once more became eager.
"Then it is his spine, poor dear man?"