"Why don't you have a wife?" asked Eleanor.
Dr. Green stared.
"What!"
"Why don't you have a wife?" Eleanor waved her hand toward the pile of "Lancets." "She'd fix you up."
Dr. Green continued to stare. He flushed and blinked. Eleanor had changed somehow, had gathered from some source a new self-assurance. She had gathered also a new beauty.
"I don't see anything the matter with you." He laid his finger tips on her wrist. "What did you come for? To see me or to borrow a book?"
"I came to see you."
"You don't look exactly happy about it."
"I'm not happy."