“Oh yes,” she said. “I quite agree with the matron.”
“Oh, you do!” He did not quite know how to take it. “But you mind being disturbed at your tea, I am sure.”
“No,” said Alvina. “We are so used to being disturbed.”
“Rather weak, doctor?” said the matron, pouring the tea.
“Very weak, please.”
The doctor was a little laboured in his gallantry, but unmistakably gallant. When he was gone, the matron looked demure, and Alvina confused. Each waited for the other to speak.
“Don’t you think Dr. Mitchell is quite coming out?” said Alvina.
“Quite! Quite the ladies’ man! I wonder who it is can be bringing him out. A very praiseworthy work, I am sure.” She looked wickedly at Alvina.
“No, don’t look at me,” laughed Alvina, “I know nothing about it.”
“Do you think it may be me!” said the matron, mischievous.