Isaacson's almost feminine intuition had evidently not betrayed him. That altered face had had a great deal to do with Doctor Hartley's definite resolve to have a consultation.
"Poor woman!" he added. "Upon my soul, I can't help pitying her. She knows it, too. But I expect they always do."
"Probably. But you've come then to take me to the Loulia?"
"I told her I really must insist."
"How did you find the patient when he woke?"
"Well, I must say I didn't like the look of him at all.'"
"No? Did he seem worse?"
"I really—I really hardly know. But I told her he was much worse."
"Why?"
"Why? Because I was determined not to go on with the case alone, for fear something should happen. She denied it. She declared he was much better—stronger. He agreed with her, I must confess; said he felt more himself, and all that. But—but she seemed rather putting the words into his mouth, I fancied. I may have been wrong, but still—the fact is I'm positively upset by all that's happened."