“Of course, very few know what’s the matter with them,” I added. “You seldom spot an organic disease at the start.”
“Hm,” said Beverly, lengthily. “You put a pin through some of ‘em. Hortense hasn’t got the disease, though.”
“Ah, she spotted it! She’s taking treatment. It’s likely to help her—for a time.”
He looked at me. “You know something.”
I nodded. He looked at Hortense, who was now seated among the noisy group with quiet John beside her. She was talking to Bohm, she had no air of any special relation to John, but there was a lustre about her that spoke well for the treatment.
“Then it’s coming off?” said Beverly.
“She has been too much for him,” I answered.
Beverly misunderstood. “He doesn’t look it.”
“That’s what I mean.”
“But the fool can cut loose!”