Hartley waited for an interruption. None came.
"If it isn't sunstroke entirely, the question is, what is it?"
Isaacson looked at him in silence.
"Have you formed any definite opinion?" said Hartley, at last bringing himself to the point.
"I should have to watch the case, if only for a day or two before giving any definite opinion."
"Well, but—informally, what do you think about it? What did you mean upstairs about unless very great care was taken a—a—medical reputation might be—er—ruined over it. 'Ruined' is a very strong word, you know."
The egoist was evidently very much alarmed.
"And then you said that very possibly I might regret ever having had anything to do with it. That was another thing."
Isaacson looked down meditatively.
"I didn't, and I don't, understand what your meaning could have been."