"Impossible!" cried the doctor. "She was quite calm this morning. The nurse would——"
"The nurse had nothing to do with it," interrupted Cyril hastily. "It was I who took her away."
"You? But why this haste? I thought you had decided to wait till to-morrow."
"For family reasons, which I need not go into now, I thought it best that she should be removed at once."
"And may I know where she is?" inquired the doctor, looking searchingly at Cyril.
"I intend to take her to Geralton—in—in a few days."
"Indeed!" The doctor's upper lip lengthened perceptibly.
"So you do not wish me to know where you have hidden her."
"Hidden her?" Cyril raised his eyebrows deprecatingly. "That is a strange expression to use. It seems to me that a man has certainly the right to withhold his wife's address from a comparative stranger without being accused of hiding her. You should really choose your words more carefully, my dear sir."
The doctor glared at Cyril for a moment, then rising abruptly he paced the room several times.