"I shall see properly to master, 'm," Elsie put in. "I mean if he doesn't go to the hospital himself."
Violet nodded acquiescence. She did not want to waste her strength in speech, or she might have told them of Henry's promise to her to go into hospital. Moreover she was suffering too acutely to feel any strong interest in either Henry or anybody else.
"We'll carry you to the cab," said the doctor, and to Elsie: "She must be dressed, somehow—doesn't matter how."
Violet murmured:
"I'd sooner walk to the cab, doctor, if you know what I mean. I can."
"Well, if you can——" he concurred in order not to upset her.
When the summary dressing was done, Elsie having made two journeys to her employer's bedroom to fetch garments and hat, the doctor said to her confidentially:
"We shall want some money. Have you any? Where is the money kept?"
Experience had taught him never to disburse money for patients; and he had a very clear vision of the threepences ticking up outside in King's Cross Road.
"My purse. On chest of drawers," whispered Violet, who had heard.