He was smiling, quite flushed, his eyes more brilliant than I had ever seen them.
"And now," he said, "suppose I go down and tell your father. He has been walking the floor ever since we came up, I know. We won't bother you again today, Miss Carroll. But tomorrow you're going to be perfectly amazed to see how easy it will be to repeat the performance."
After he had gone, Dr. Mac walked around my little room, loquacious for once in his life.
"Isn't he a wonder?" he kept asking me. "Lassie, it's worth living for just to meet a man like that. The born healer," he kept saying over and over, "the born healer!"
"I've no doubt," I said politely, "that Dr. Denton is a very able physician."
Dr. Mac stopped in his tracks, so suddenly that he nearly fell over.
"What's this? What's this?" he said, his bushy eyebrows drawn down over his eyes, so closely that I could not see their expression.
I repeated my remark.
One piercing glance, the suspicion of a twinkle, a deep, disconcerting chuckle. And then my old friend said cryptically,
"So that's the way the land lies, little Mavis!"