"Between ourselves, very!"
"That's bad."
"He tries her very much, I'm afraid, though he pretends, of course, to be devoted to her. And she's simply an angel to him."
"Hard on her!"
"I sympathize with her very much. Of course, she's told me nothing. She's too loyal. But I can read between the lines. Tell me, though. Do you think him very bad?"
"Very."
Isaacson spoke without emotion, as if out of a solely medical mind.
"You don't—ah—you don't surely think him in any danger?"
Isaacson slightly shrugged his shoulders.
"But—h'm—but about the sunstroke! If it isn't sunstroke—?"