“I sent Liz to listen,” she answered mechanically.
He looked about him, helpless.
“I think I'll smoke,” he said feebly.
She made no answer.
“Here, put the glass down,” she said.
He obeyed.
He lit a cigarette over the lamp, sat down opposite her, puffing dense clouds of smoke.
And, for a long while, neither spoke.
“Is that doctor a good man?”
“I don't know. People say so,” he answered.