Dr. Thatcher came in. He was booted, spurred, wore pistols and sword, and a military foot-mantle.
When he caught my eyes he smiled slightly and asked me how I did. And I expressed my gratitude as suitably as I knew how, saying that I was well and desired to rise and be about my business.
"In two weeks," he said, which took me aback.
"Do you know how long you have been here?" he asked, amused.
"Some three or four days, I suppose.
"A month today, Mr. Drogue."
This stunned me. He seated himself on the camp-stool beside my trundle-bed.
"What preys upon your mind, Mr. Drogue?" he asked pleasantly.
"Sir?"
"I ask you what it is that troubles you."