'I gave no orders,' said Wemyss.
'But he had to be sent for. The child——'
'So you say. So you said on the telephone. And I told you then you were taking a great deal on yourself, unasked.'
Miss Entwhistle hadn't supposed that any one ever talked like this before servants. She now knew that she had been mistaken.
'He's your doctor,' said Wemyss.
'My doctor?'
'I regard him entirely as your doctor.'
'I wish, Everard,' said Miss Entwhistle politely, after a pause, 'that I understood.'
'You sent for him on your own responsibility, unasked. You must take the consequences.'
'I don't know what you mean by the consequences,' said Miss Entwhistle, who was getting further and further away from that beginning of affection for Everard to which she had braced herself.