“But—my dear young lady—why ever——?”
“Because I am getting very short of money, and I shall have to economize. I really can’t afford to keep having you visiting me every day.”
“Well—of course—h’m—if you wish—I suppose. But you aren’t well yet. I shall, at any rate, with your permission call occasionally not as a doctor, but as a visitor. I am very deeply interested in your recovery.”
“It is very kind of you.... And one other thing: I want you to tell the nurse to go also. I really don’t need her any longer. Perhaps, since you brought her here, you wouldn’t mind——”
“Certainly, if you desire it. I’ll tell her when she comes to the surgery for the medicine this afternoon.”
“Thank you ever so much.”
“You’ll continue with massage treatment?”
“Yes—for the present, at any rate.”
“Good ... you’ll begin to feel the effects of it in a day or two.... The weather is enough to keep anybody with neuritis. Simply rain, rain, rain from morning till night. Shocking for colds and influenza. I have over thirty cases of influenza. Twenty of them are round about High Wood. It must be the Forest, I think, everything so damp and sodden....”