“I should imagine so,” replied the doctor with his eyes on Smith's childlike and beaming face.
“And you see Mr. Smith was really our whole stay, and—and—we came to rely upon him and we found him so steadfast.” In the face of the doctor's stolid brevity Moira was finding conversation difficult.
“Steadfast!” repeated the doctor. “Exactly so,” his eyes upon Smith's wobbly legs. “Mr. Smith I consider a very fortunate man. I congratulate him on—”
“Oh, have you heard? I did not know that—”
“Yes. I mean—not exactly.”
“Who told you? Is it not splendid?” enthusiasm shining in her eyes.
“Splendid! Yes—that is, for him,” replied the doctor without emotion. “I congratulate—”
“But how did you hear?”
“I did not exactly hear, but I had no difficulty in—ah—making the discovery.”
“Discovery?”