And Dr. Bowker went out, communing with himself and deciding that the foolish anxiety of wives might be an excellent thing for the profession, but was hardly fair upon the purses of their husbands.
“Well, Sir Anthony?” said Dr. Bowker as he entered the ground-floor room.
“Well, Dr. Bowker?” said Sir Anthony with a responsive smile.
“I really don’t see why they sent for us,” said Dr. Bowker.
“I thoroughly agree,” said Sir Anthony Poole.
“There’s nothing more to be done, I think?” said Dr. Bowker.
“Nothing,” said Sir Anthony Poole.
“Shall we speak to Lady Repton?” said Dr. Bowker.
“We’ll write her,” said Sir Anthony Poole.
They took leave of Lady Repton in a solemn and sympathetic manner, assuring her that it was better to give their impression in writing, and that she should receive it in the course of that evening. And having so fulfilled their mission, these two eminent men went off together with a better feeling between them than either would have thought possible an hour before.