“No,” said Harvey, his face lighting up.
The doctor patted him on the back. “Brace up, sir. Has the child a mother?”
Harvey stared at him. “Of course,” he said. “Don’t you know whose child you are ’tending?”
“I confess I—er—I––”
“She is the daughter of Nellie Duluth.”
“Oh!” fell from the doctor’s lips. “And 74 you—you are Miss Duluth’s husband? I didn’t quite connect the names.”
“Well, I’m her husband, name or no name,” explained the other. “I suppose I ought to send for her. She ought to know.”
“Are you—er—separated?”
“Not at all,” said Harvey. “I maintain two establishments, that’s all. One here, one in the city.”
“Oh, I see,” said the doctor, who didn’t in the least see. “Of course, she would be subject to quarantine rules if she came here, Mr.—Mr.—ahem!”