“And when you are going to be away, let Mrs Woodham administer it. Perhaps it would be better to leave it entirely to her.”
“Oh, no; I would rather keep it under my own eye. You will come in again soon?”
“I begin to be ashamed of coming so often,” said the doctor, smiling, “and ask myself whether my treatment is right.”
“Oh, I have perfect faith in that,” said Claude, “and so has my father.”
“Thank you,” he said smiling.
“Now, please, tell me, Doctor Asher, the simple truth.”
“Why, of course.”
“You smile, and you say that out of mere politeness, and to make me comfortable. I want to know the truth.”
“Now, my dear child—”
“But I am not a child, Doctor Asher. Once a child to you is to be always a child. Can you not see that I am a grown woman, full of a woman’s trouble’s?”