"I did."
"Well, it's had a very bad effect upon him."
"Is he worse to-day?"
Isaacson, unknown to himself, said it with an almost fierce emphasis. Doctor Hartley drew his lips tightly together.
"This is not a consultation," he said coldly.
"I ask as a friend of the patient's, not as a doctor."
"His night was not good."
He shut his lips tightly again. His face and his whole smartly-dressed body expressed a rather weak but very lively hostility.
"He's asleep now," he added.
"Asleep now?"