This was the first of Mrs. Hamps's fatal heart-attacks.
"Ah!" breathed Edwin, with apparently a purely artistic interest in the affair. "So that's it, is it? Then she's at Clara's."
"Yes."
"What doctor?"
"I forget his name. Lives in Acre Lane. They sent for the nearest. She can't get her breath--has to fight for it. She jumped out of bed, struggling to breathe."
"Have you seen her?"
"Yes. They made me."
"Albert there?"
"Oh, yes."
"Well, I suppose I'd better go round. You go back. I'll follow you."