"How has he been?"
"Better—I think. Yes—I am sure he is better."
He sat down beside her. "That sounds as if you were keeping something back. What is it?"
His voice was so kind that foolish tears got into her voice.
"I feel as if something were being kept back from me," she said passionately. "That is just what the trouble is. It—it seems silly in me to go to you with every little thing—but—I have no one here—"
"I don't want you to feel that anything which concerns Philip is too little or too great to come to me with," he said, gravely. "Remember always that my interest in him is second only to your own. Now—what is it?"
"Well, if Philip is getting along so well—and he certainly seems to be—why should Dr. Anderson bring other doctors out here to see him?"
"Other doctors?" he repeated, with a startled look. "What do you mean?"
"I told you about the one who was here a few days ago.
"Yes. I think you said Dr. Anderson told you there were some features about the case that made it an unusual one, and that he brought the doctor out to see him for that reason."