"My case?" echoed Paula, coldly elevating her eyebrows as if not comprehending his meaning.
He nodded.
"When I first saw you the day of that unfortunate accident I said to myself——"
He stopped and shook his head ominously. Then, after a pause, he continued:
"I said to myself, she's a fine, highly strung girl, who needs care and attention, and, above all—rest—rest. Yes, your brain needs rest. It is over-worked—you think too much—the wheels go round too fast."
"Yes?" said Paula, trying to curb her growing impatience.
The doctor smiled.
"You don't mind my sitting down, do you?" he asked.
"Not in the least—if you wish to," she replied curtly, without making a move to take a seat herself.
He sat in silence, watching her stealthily.