“La Sylphide!”
“What about her? Some accident?”
“Yes. I’d have given anything not to be the bearer of such hideous news.”
“Let me have it at once, and I’ll bear it like a woman, doctor. I’m not one of your hysterical sort.”
“No; the bravest lady I ever met.”
“Then let me have it. What has the mare done?”
“Thrown your jockey or something. He’s half-killed, I believe.”
“Oh, bosh! Stale news. You mean Josh Rowle?”
“Yes. How can you bear it like that?”
“Bear it?” cried the lady. “You should have seen me a couple of hours ago. Mad, doctor, mad.”