“Have you sent for Dr. Camperdown?”[Camperdown?”]
“I have.”
“And Mammy Juniper is with Valentine?”
“She is.”
“And you are half annoyed with me for coming down,” she said, seizing a handful of her long, hanging hair and pushing it back from her face.
“No, only worried about Valentine.”
“Is there nothing more than that?”
“Nothing more that I care to tell you,” he said evasively.
“You are pale, you suffer,” she said in a low voice.
He gently put back her masses of perfumed hair so that he might see her face more distinctly.