ERHART.
I told you before I left you that you ought to consult a doctor.
ELLA RENTHEIM. There is no one in my neighbourhood that I have any real confidence in. And, besides, I did not feel it so much at that time.
ERHART.
Are you worse, then, Aunt?
ELLA RENTHEIM.
Yes, my dear boy; I am worse now.
ERHART.
But there's nothing dangerous?
ELLA RENTHEIM.
Oh, that depends how you look at it.
ERHART. [Emphatically.] Well, then, I tell you what it is, Aunt Ella; you mustn't think of going home again for the present.
ELLA RENTHEIM.
No, I am not thinking of it.
ERHART. You must remain in town; for here you can have your choice of all the best doctors.
ELLA RENTHEIM.
That was what I thought when I left home.