He spoke at last. "Why on earth couldn't she tell me that?"
"Because she loves you so awfully. The poor darling didn't want you to be unhappy about her."
"As if that mattered."
"It matters more than anything to her."
"Do you really mean that she's got that hellish thing? Who told her what it was?"
"Some London doctor and a man at Torquay."
"I shall take her up to-morrow and make her see a specialist."
"If you do you mustn't let her know I told you, or she'll never tell me anything again."
"What am I to say?"
"Say you've been worried about her."