"Yesterday!"
"Yes. The Bishop, you remember, called on her. He made her promise to consult him."
"And why didn't she tell me?" said Luke. And the agonised expression in his eyes showed his mother how intensely he was moved.
"I don't know, except that she wanted to save you anxiety. She has not told me either and I don't suppose that she has any idea that Dr. Fleming came round to see me about her."
Luke dropped into a chair. Then he looked up again at his mother.
"Did he give any directions or say what should be done?" he asked.
"I'm afraid he did my dear boy. He mentioned something about a Sanatorium, but anyhow, he said it was absolutely necessary for her to have perfect rest and a change of air and environment. In fact Luke," she added, and her voice trembled, "he seemed to think it a matter of life and death."
Luke groaned and covered his face with his hands.
"He says," continued his mother, "that she has evidently been doing too much and has not taken care of herself. He particularly dwelt on her thinness. Apparently she has not had nourishing food."
Luke groaned again.