"I suppose you've only a very limited time to do it all in? You're only taking a week or two?"
She turned her head towards him, and it seemed to him that her eyes were glittering with a strange excitement, a strange eagerness under her veil.
"I don't know," said Isaacson, carelessly. "I may stay on if I like it. The fact is, Mrs. Armine, that having at last taken the plunge and deserted my patients, I'm enjoying myself amazingly. You've no idea how—"
"Your patients," she interrupted him again, "what will they do? Why, surely your whole practice will go to pieces!"
"It's very kind of you to trouble about that."
"Oh, I'm not troubling; I'm only wondering. I don't know you very well, but I confess I thought I had summed you up."
"Yes, and—?"
"And I thought you were a man of intense ambition, and a man who would rise to the very top of the tree."
"And now?"
"Well, this is hardly the way to do it. I'm—I'm quite sorry."