"Who?" he asked in a listless voice.
"Your old friend and mine, Dr. Rumsey."
"Rumsey!" replied Awdrey, "he would be a strong advocate on your side, Maggie."
"On my side?" she queried.
"I cannot explain myself. I think I'll see Rumsey. It would be possible for me to put a question to him which I could not put to you—ask him to come to me."
"He shall come at once," she answered, "I am heartily glad that he is here."
So he turned back and went to the house—she ran up the front steps—Rumsey was in the hall.
"My hearty congratulations," he said, coming up to her. "Your letter contained such good news that I could not forbear hurrying down to Grandcourt to take a peep at my strange patient; I always call Awdrey my strange patient. Is it true that he is now quite well?"
"Half an hour ago I should have said yes," replied Margaret; "but——"
"Any recurrence of the old symptoms?" asked the doctor.