Half an hour later, coming downstairs, Dr O’Flaherty met General Grampound in the hall.
“Well, doctor,” said the General, drawing him into the library, “what’s the diagnosis?”
“Just a chill.”
“Will she be able to leave here to-morrow?”
“She will,” replied the other, with a twinkle in his eye; “and, what’s more, she’s anxious to go.”
“Hum! Have you seen my friend Boxall?”
“No,” replied the doctor, “but he saw me.”
“How do you know?”
“Through the keyhole, for he bolted his door.”