“I’m not sure.” He smiled, and so did I. “Were you so ill?”
“I know now what Margaret Capel felt about Dr. Lansdowne.”
“He is a very able fellow. And you’ve had Felton, Shorter, Lawson.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“Anyway you are getting better now.”
“Am I? I am so hideously weak.”
“Not beginning to write again yet! You see, I know all about you now. I’ve taken a course of your novels.”
“Thinking all the time how much better Margaret Capel wrote?”
“You haven’t forgotten Margaret, then?”
“Have you?” He became quite grave and pale.