"Pray sit down. Is anyone ill—your little boy?"
"No, he's not ill. It's—it's about my husband."
"I hope Mr. Roberts is not ill?"
"I don't know," she said nervously. "That's what I want to ask you. Have you seen him lately?"
"No, not very; I passed him in the street the other day."
"He's gone to London, suddenly, I don't know why. Oh, he's been so strange lately!"
"I thought he looked worried. Tell me about it," said Dr. Spink, moved now with genuine pity for the pale haggard face before him.
"Ever since—but you mustn't tell I came to you—or spoke to anybody, I mean—will you?"
He reassured her, and she continued: