All the time they were talking, she made perpetual slight movements, and was never perfectly still.
"Then you are not at all uneasy about his condition?"
"I—I didn't say that. Naturally, a wife is a little anxious if her husband has been ill. But he is so much better than he was that it would be foolish of me to be upset."
"I confess this morning you roused my professional anxiety."
"I really don't see why."
"Well, you know, we doctors become very alert about signs and symptoms. And you let drop one or two words which made me fear that possibly your husband might be worse than you supposed."
"Doctor Baring Hartley is in charge of the case."
"Well, but he isn't here!"
"He's coming here to-morrow."
"I understood he was waiting for you at Assouan. You'll forgive me for venturing to intrude into this affair, but as an old friend of your husband—"