“Better, certainly. Miss Gartram wants you to go and stay with her.”
“Yes, of course. Good-bye, Mr Glyddyr, and thank you for being so kind.”
She spoke as she ran to the door, jerked the last words back over her shoulder, and was gone, leaving the doctor face to face with the visitor.
“How is he?” said the latter. “You can speak plainly to me.”
“To be sure I can, my dear sir. Ah, what a world this is. Yesterday we were taking our champagne in the saloon of your charming yacht, to-day—”
“You are keeping me waiting for an answer,” said Glyddyr, rather stiffly.
“So I am,” said the doctor, smiling. “Well, how is he? Rather bad. Nasty fit of his usual sort.”
“Then he is subject to these fits?”
“Most decidedly.”
“But what caused it?”