"I know, but it was for your sake, George."
"How?"
"It's difficult to explain, but one night my good angel bent over my bed, like a mother—or was it your good angel?"
He grinned. "I don't believe you'd know one if you saw one."
"I'm afraid I shouldn't," she admitted, with a laugh. "Would you?"
"I fancy I've seen one."
"Mrs. Biggs?" she dared. "Me?"
"I'm not going to tell you."
"I expect it's me. But run away and bring the doctor."
"I say—will you wait till I get back?"