There was silence for a moment. Then, suddenly, she cried out, "Well?
What are you going to do, all of you? What did Dr. Lavendar say?"
"Dr. Lavendar doesn't know anything about it."
"I don't know why I told you! I was out of my head, I think. And now you despise me."
"I don't despise you."
She laughed. "Of course you do."
"Mrs. Richie, I'm too weak myself to despise anybody."
"I wish you would go away," she repeated.
"I will; but you must have a sedative first."
"David's bromide?" she said sarcastically, "A broken finger, or a broken—well, anything. Dr. King—you won't tell Dr. Lavendar?"
"Tell? What kind of a man do you suppose I am! I wish you would tell him yourself, though."