Five minutes later, whilst Mavis was waiting in suspense, Mrs Trivett came up to say that the doctor had come again. Mavis had no time to ask her landlady what she had done with the broker's man, as the doctor came into the room directly after he had been announced. He was quite a young doctor, on whom the manners of an elderly man sat incongruously. He glanced keenly at Mavis as he bowed to her; then, without saying a word, he fell to examining the child's throat.
"Well?" asked Mavis breathlessly, when he had satisfied himself of its condition.
"I must ask you a few questions," replied the doctor.
"What do you wish to know?" she asked with anxious heart.
He asked her much about the baby's place of birth, subsequent health and diet.
When Mavis told him of the Pimlico supplied milk, which she had sterilised herself, he shook his head.
"That accounts for the whole trouble," he remarked. "You should have fed him yourself."
"It didn't agree with him, and then it went away," Mavis told him.
"Ah, you had worry?"
"A bit. Do you think he'll pull through?"