"For two days. And you'll have Doctor Isaacson. I want to go while he is still with us, so as not to leave you alone. And Nigel, while I'm gone, can't you manage to find out what we owe him? It must be an enormous sum."
Nigel suddenly looked preoccupied.
"I'd never thought of that," he said, slowly.
"No, because you've been ill. But I have often. And you must think of it now."
"Yes; he's saved my life. I can never really repay him."
"Oh, yes, you can. Doctors do these things for fixed sums, you know."
He shifted in his chair, and sent an uneasy glance to her.
"I wish—how I wish that you and Isaacson could be better friends!" he dropped out, at length.
"After all I've told you!" she exclaimed, almost with bitterness.
"I know, I know. But now that he's saved my life!"