The doctor leaned over me solicitously. "Never mind—I'm the doctor." For the rest of the meal he devoted himself to me.
During the dinner a party of five came in and sat at another table. Two of them proved to be the couple we had met at the other country club. The man winked discreetly to the doctor.
"Ye gods!" exclaimed the woman at my left but one. "It's Sid!—and I'm supposed to be home, sick in bed with a headache!"
She looked at the man I had met and I assumed he was "Sid." "Damn such a town, anyway, where you can't go out without running into your own husband. Doc, who's he got with him?" She leered across the room at "Sid's" good-looking companions.
"Never mind, Bell," soothed the doctor, "neither of you have got anything on the other."
Bell blew him a kiss. "Dear old pain-killer!" she purred.
A little later "Sid" came over to the table and the doctor joined the other party. Sid's wife started to introduce him to me.
"I've met the lady," he interrupted, not giving me credit for any discretion.
"O, you have," she said in an unpleasant tone.
As he passed on behind her chair he said to her sotto voce, "Headache, eh? I like the way you lie."