“There's a doctor in the next town,” said Schwitter. “I was going to send for him, anyhow—my wife's not very well.”
“I'm a doctor.”
“Is it anything serious?”
“Nothing serious.”
He closed the door behind the relieved figure of the landlord, and, going back to Carlotta, stood looking down at her.
“What did you mean by doing that?”
“Doing what?”
“You were no more faint than I am.”
She closed her eyes.
“I don't remember. Everything went black. The lanterns—”