“Let's suppose I am.”
“No. I couldn't marry you, Cutty I should always be having my mother's ghost as a rival.”
“But supposing I fell in love with you?”
“Then I'd always be doubting your constancy. But what queer talk!”'
“Kitty, you're a joy! Lordy, my luck in dropping in to see you yesterday!”
“And a little whippersnapper like me calling a great man like you Cutty!”
“Well, if it embarrasses you, you might switch to papa once in a while.”
Kitty's laughter rang down the corridor. “I'll remember that whenever I want to make you mad. Who's here?”
“Nobody but Harrison and the nurse. Both good citizens, and I've taken them into my confidence to a certain extent. You can talk freely before them.”
“Am I to see the patient?”