“But it’ll be so much ’ealthier for ’im up at Pym,” protested Ellen. “It’ll be fine air up there for ’im.”
“Oh! ’im. Yes, all right for ’im,” said Stott, and spat into the fire. Then he took his cap and went out. He kept his eyes away from the cradle.
IV
Harvey Walters lived in Wenderby, but his consulting-rooms were in Harley Street, and he did not practise in his own neighbourhood; nevertheless he vaccinated Victor Stott to oblige Challis.
“Well?” asked Challis a few days later, “what do you make of him, Walters? No clichés, now, and no professional jargon.”
“Candidly, I don’t know,” replied Walters, after a thoughtful interval.
“How many times have you seen him?”
“Four, altogether.”
“Good patient? Healthy flesh and that sort of thing?”