Oliver had never been fond of Loman, as the reader knows, but somehow there are times when one forgets whether one is fond of another person or not, and Oliver felt as if he would give anything now to be sure—
Here he was at the Doctor’s study.
Dr Senior was standing at the fireplace with a very grave look, holding a letter in his hand.
“Greenfield,” said he, the moment the boy entered, “when did you see Loman last?”
“Last night, sir, after preparation.”
“He was not in his class this morning?”
“No, sir—he sent down word he had a headache.”
“You saw him last night—where?”
“In my study.”
The Doctor paused uncomfortably, and Mr Rastle put in a question.