“What is the good?” she replied, preoccupied.
Still more surprised, he hesitated, then said:
“I see. You think it isn’t serious, eh?”
“If you like.”
“Come, come! A change of air, and everything will be all right.”
She repeated pensively:
“A change of air.”
I led the doctor into my study.
“You understood?” he said at once.
“That it isn’t serious?”