“No. We are getting acquainted. She is too close to trouble, too ill, and too worried over a sick relative for me to intrude myself; it would be brutal, but it's a temptation. Doc, is there any way to compel a man to provide medical care for his wife?”
“Can he afford it?”
“Amply. Anything! Worth thousands in land and nobody knows what in money. It's Henry Jameson.”
“The meanest man I ever knew. If he has a wife it's a marvel she has survived this long. Won't he provide for her?”
“I suppose he thinks he has when she has a bed to lie on and a roof to cover her. He won't supply food she can eat and medicine. He says she is lazy.”
“What do you think?”
“I quote Miss Jameson. She says her aunt is slowly dying from overwork and neglect.”
“David, doesn't it seem pretty good, when you say 'Miss Jameson'?”
“Loveliest sound on earth, except the remainder of it.”
“What's that?”