I cut at a nettle with my walking-stick.
"He is growing, of course."
The doctor raised his eyebrows.
"Then you have noticed nothing else—nothing in his demeanour or conversation—or friends?"
I abandoned my defences.
"Yes, I have noticed it, and I cannot understand it—and I am sorry for it."
"When does he return to school?"
"To-morrow."
The doctor appeared to be thinking. In a minute he looked into my face.