“You can't blame us. Particularly, you can't blame me. I've got to know something, doctor. Is he going to stay?”
“I think so. Yes.”
“Isn't he going to explain anything? He can't expect just to walk back into his practise after all these months, and the talk that's been going on, and do nothing about it.”
“I don't see what his going away has to do with it. He's a good doctor, and a hard worker. When I'm gone—”
“You're going, are you?”
“Yes. I may live here, and have an office in the city. I don't care for general practise; there's no future in it. I may take a special course in nose and throat.”
But she was not interested in his plans.
“I want to know something, and only you can tell me. I'm not curious like the rest; I think I have a right to know. Has he seen Elizabeth Wheeler yet? Talked to her, I mean?”
“I don't know. I'm inclined to think not,” he added cautiously.
“You mean that he hasn't?”