Captain Grey must carry on when she was gone.
“You’re properly satisfied—with everything?” she went on mercilessly. “You’re not allowed even to see your sister. No one can see her. You’re not allowed to call in another doctor.”
“Even if I’m not properly satisfied,” he answered, “what can I do? In her husband’s house, you know—I can’t make a row.”
“Why can’t you?”
He looked at her, startled and uneasy. Her question was ridiculous. Why couldn’t he make a row? Simply because he couldn’t; because he wasn’t that sort; because it wasn’t done; because almost anything was preferable to making a row.
“Of course, if you have a blind faith in Dr. Quelton—” she persisted.
“Well, I haven’t,” he admitted; “but—”
“Then let’s go upstairs and see her. The doctor has gone out.”
“But the nurse—”
“Put on your best commanding officer’s air,” said Lexy. “You can be awfully impressive when you like. If I were you, there’s nothing I’d stop at.”