“Yes,” I answered.
He opened it then, and I was frightened to see how ill he looked. He had evidently been lying down, for the cushions on his sofa were disarranged.
“She has gone away, then,” he repeated, anxiously.
I nodded.
“Yes.”
“Was she annoyed because I did not see her?”
“She was disappointed,” I admitted. “She was very ungracious and very disagreeable; a most objectionable person altogether. I don’t know how I managed to be civil with her.”
“You explained that I was not well—that I was not fit to see any one?”
“I did my best. She was very unreasonable, and she evidently expected that you would have made an effort to see her. She went away grumbling.”