"And if they do come to anything, what is it that they come to?"
"Oh, sometimes one thing and sometimes another," answered Mark lightly.
"Can't you tell me what the things are?" she rejoined, in a peevishly anxious tone.
"Well--boils for one thing; and tumours."
"And what becomes of these tumours?" she quickly rejoined, catching at the word.
"They have to be taken out.
"Is it very painful?"
"Law, no. The pain's a mere nothing."
"And cancers? How do they come?" proceeded Caroline after pause. "With a little lump at first, like this?"
"Cancers don't come there. You need not fear that it's a cancer. Carine, my dear, you must be nervous this morning."