"Amuse you?" was my reply. "Delighted to do so if I can. How?"
"Talk to me," was the quick response.
"Would that accomplish the purpose?" This in a tone of mock protest.
"Please don't be foolish, Dr. Marmion. I dislike having to explain.
Tell me things."
"About what?"
"Oh, about yourself—about people you have met, and all that; for I suppose you have seen a good deal and lived a good deal."
"About hospital cases?" I said a little maliciously.
"No, please, no! I abhor everything that is sick and poor and miserable."
"Well," said I, at idle venture, "if not a hospital, what about a gaol?"
I felt the hand on my arm twitch slightly, and then her reply came.