"How do you know anything about it, my dear?"
"I asked Dr. Minify. He has a wide enough experience of these cases."
Minnie turned fiercely round. "And what made you go and blab to him about it? I think you might wash your dirty linen at home."
"It's only what you'd have done yourself."
"Not to him."
"Why not?"
There was terror in Minnie's face. "He knows the Tanquerays."
"Well—it's your own fault. You went on about it till it got on my nerves, and the anxiety was more than I could bear. The porridge will be boiling over."
"Well?"
"Well, I can't mind porridge and my knitting at the same time."