“Do you mind if I stop and speak to Mr. Falloden?”
Mrs. Mulholland shrugged her shoulders—
“Do as you like, my dear. Only don’t expect me to be very forthcoming!”
Constance stopped the carriage, and bent forward.
“Mr. Falloden!”
He came up to her. Connie introduced him to Mrs. Mulholland, who bowed coldly.
“We have just been to see Otto Radowitz,” said Constance. “We found him—very sadly, to-day.” Her hesitating voice, with the note of wistful appeal in it, affected him strangely.
“Yes, it has been a bad day. I haven’t seen him at all.”
“He gave us tea, and talked a great deal. He was rather excited; but he looked wretched. And why has he turned against his doctor?”
“Has he turned against his doctor?” Falloden’s tone was one of surprise. “I thought he liked him.”