"Ever since his quarrel with Mr. Bannister—you know about it?—there is something the matter with him. He is moody, and absent-minded, and—and hasty, and he settles to nothing. And now he is gone off like this."
"Come, Mrs. Roberts, you must compose yourself. I suppose he has let these politics worry him."
"He seems to care nothing for—for his home or the baby, you know; he does nothing but read, or wander up and down the room."
"It sounds as if he wanted a rest and a change. You say he has gone away?"
"Yes; but on business, I think."
"I'm afraid I can't tell you much, unless he calls me in and lets me have a look at him."
"He'll never do that!" she exclaimed, before she could stop herself.
Dr. Spink took no notice of her outburst.
"If he comes back no better, send me a line, Mrs. Roberts, and we'll see. And mind you let me know if you or the baby want any advice."