"Sayre is all right. Now it's a question of care—and of course, if Laurence has the vitality to pull through. I think he has. You can keep an eye on the nurses—the best will stand watching—careless, forget things—"
"Yes."
"And you'll see there's plenty of good food—nourishing soups, eggs and milk, meat jellies—"
"Yes." Then she said. "You know, for some years past Laurence has been drinking pretty steadily—a good deal. Do you think—?"
Dr. Lowell shook his head. "Doesn't make a bit of difference."
"Then you think he may—"
"I don't know a thing about it, Mary, that's the truth—and it generally is the truth. I think he has an even chance.... I suppose you have no idea where he may have picked this up? So far as I know, we haven't a case in town."
"No—he's always moving about, you know—he was in Springfield last week—"
"Yes. Well, I'll come in, say tomorrow evening, and stay overnight. Suit you? Got to get my train now."