He turned to Pollock. "Get her into bed," he said. "Have you got a nurse?"
"No," said Pollock. "She can't come till July."
"Bessie here will do for the moment," said Roger.
Bessie and Pollock helped her to bed. The doctor and Roger talked desultorily.
"No. It's nothing serious. So the frame came down and stunned him? I see. And she came in and found him in the grate? Yes. A nasty shock. Yes. Yes. Of course, it may be serious. It will be impossible to say till I see her. If she had had other children I should say not. But— Would you say that she is an excitable woman, given to these attacks?"
"No. She used to write a little. She is nervous; but not excitable. Do you find that occupation has much influence on the capacity to resist shock?"
"N-no," said the doctor. "Resistance depends on character. Occupation only modifies character slightly. Life being what it is, one has to be adaptable to survive."
Pollock entered, looking beaten.
"Will you come, doctor?" he said.
They went.