Claude paused in astonishment.
“Crying,” he said. “The mater crying?”
“Yes. She clearly did not wish me to see it, and so I pretended not to. I had thought she wasn’t well before now. We must do something, Claude; make her see a doctor.”
“But why hasn’t she been to see a doctor all these days?” he asked. “The governor goes to a doctor if his nails want cutting.”
“I don’t know why she hasn’t been. There might be several reasons. But I thought I would speak to you first and then if you approved I would go to her and try to find out what is the matter.”
“I wish you would,” he said.
Dora got up, but her mind went back to that which she had been brooding over in his absence, that which frightened her.
“Did you see Jim?” she asked.
“Yes: he came in when I was there.”
“How was he?” she asked negligently.