The General led the way into the library.
“My ward, Miss Lestrange, is down with the influenza,” said General Grampound.
“I am told it’s in the house,” said Dr O’Flaherty.
“I believe the devil’s in the house!” burst out the General. “I had intended leaving by the train this morning from Tullagh, and now this turns up.”
“Influenza has that habit,” said the doctor. “It leaves its card on you in the most unexpected manner.”
“I don’t believe it’s influenza at all!” broke out the General, “and that’s just what I want to talk to you about. I believe it’s malingering.”
“O ho!”
“Yes, sir. I have reasons to suspect that I am a dupe; however, I await your diagnosis. Shall I show you to the door of my ward’s room?”
“Seniores priores,” replied the other rather stiffly. “Her ladyship first, if you please—thank you, I know the house.”
He slipped out of the room; James was waiting for him in the hall.