“You didn’t ask?”
“I asked. But it was not to our own doctor that I went.”
“Ah!” whispered George. For nearly a minute neither one of them spoke. “Why?” he inquired at last.
“Because—he—the nurse’s doctor—had frightened me so—”
“Truly?”
“Yes. It is a disease—” again she stopped.
George cried, in a voice of agony, “and then?”
“Then I asked him if the matter was so grave that I could not be satisfied with our ordinary doctor.”
“And what did he answer?”
“He said that if we had the means it would really be better to consult a specialist.”