“Yes, dear.”
“Why, you haven’t been to bed all night!”
“No, dear.”
“Why, if you haven’t been watching down there by that cottage!” she cried.
“Yes, dear,” he said quietly. “It seemed to do me good like.”
“Oh, Bill!”
“And then I went to the post-office, and I’ve telegraphed for Sir Henry Venner to come down by special train.”
“You have, Bill dear! Why, that’s the Queen’s doctor, ain’t it.”
“Yes, dear.”
“But won’t it cost a heap of money?”