“To-morrow.”
“Is that Wilson's hospital?”
“Yes.”
Alas for his resolve! The red haze of jealousy came again. “You'll be seeing him every day, I suppose.”
“I dare say. I shall also be seeing twenty or thirty other doctors, and a hundred or so men patients, not to mention visitors. Joe, you're not rational.”
“No,” he said heavily, “I'm not. If it's got to be someone, Sidney, I'd rather have it the roomer upstairs than Wilson. There's a lot of talk about Wilson.”
“It isn't necessary to malign my friends.” He rose.
“I thought perhaps, since you are going away, you would let me keep Reginald. He'd be something to remember you by.”
“One would think I was about to die! I set Reginald free that day in the country. I'm sorry, Joe. You'll come to see me now and then, won't you?”
“If I do, do you think you may change your mind?”