The doctor’s countenance grew lowering, and there was a red spot on either cheek, but he only said quietly: “Think so?”
“Yes. I shall put a stop to the intimacy.”
“I’m not going to have my home-life spoiled. Her coming makes me nervous.”
“Does it?” said the doctor cheerfully. “I’ll soon put that right for you.”
“How?” said Scarlett suspiciously.
“You shall have a shower-bath every morning, old fellow.”
“Water? ah!” The poor fellow shuddered, and started up. “Here, let’s have a stroll down by the meadow-side.”
“All right!” cried the doctor with alacrity, “What a glorious day it is!”
“Glorious? Ah, yes. Not breeze enough though. Now, let’s go back to the lawn.”
“As you like, old fellow; but I don’t think Lady Martlett has gone.”