“Still she is not a child, I suppose; she knows of the nature of my visit?” He moved toward the door.
“Ruth—my daughter, you know—was about to tell her as I left the room.”
“Then we will go up directly.”
Levice preceded him up the broad staircase. As they reached the landing, he turned to the doctor.
“Pardon my care, but I must make sure that Ruth has told her. Just step into the sitting-room a second,” and the precautious husband went forward to his wife’s bedroom, leaving the door open.
Standing there in the hallway, Kemp could plainly hear the following words:—
“And being interested in nervous diseases,” the peculiarly low voice was saying, “he told Father he would call and see you,—out of professional curiosity, you know; besides we should not like you to be often taken as you were last night, should we?”
“People with plenty of time on their hands,” soliloquized the doctor, looking at his watch in the hallway.
“What is his name, did you say?”
“Dr. Herbert Kemp.”