"Doctor Hartley, I can't say very much. A doctor of any reputation who is at all known in the great world has to be guarded. This is not my case. If it were, things would be different. I may have formed an opinion or not. In any event, I cannot give it at present. But I am an older man than you. I have had great experience, and I should be sorry to see a rising young physician, with probably a big future before him, get into deep waters."
"Deep waters?"
Isaacson nodded gravely.
"Mrs. Armine may think this illness is owing to a sunstroke. But she may be wrong. It may be owing to something quite different. I believe it is."
"But what? What?"
"That has to be found out. You are here to find it out."
"I—I really believe a consultation—"
He hesitated.
"But there's her great dislike of you!" he concluded, naïvely.
Isaacson got up.