“If what?” said the Doctor, turning upon me sharply.
I drew him a little apart and said—
“Doctor Lowe, do you think the sight of any one she disliked very much would be bad for her?”
He looked at me very keenly as he answered—
“No. She won’t be able to recognize anybody; but I warn you she will be restless. How did the accident happen?”
“She fell downstairs.”
“The staircase leads to your room, doesn’t it? How came she to be there at this time of night? Why don’t you tell me the truth, and save me the trouble of making stupid guesses?”
I told him the truth, and his only comment was—
“And don’t you think the moral of that is that you should leave this place as soon as possible?”
“I sha’n’t stay here long,” said I, smiling, and thinking of Laurence.