But why didn’t you tell me? Is anything the matter with him, mother?
Mrs. Wharton.
My dear, your father wouldn’t let me tell you anything about it when you came. He didn’t want you to be worried. And I thought myself it might just as well keep till to-day.
Colonel Wharton.
The fact is I haven’t been quite up to the mark lately, and Dr. Macfarlane thought I’d better see a specialist. So I went into Canterbury on Saturday and saw Dr. Keller.
Mrs. Poole.
Yes, I heard you’d been to see him. They say he’s very clever.
John.
What did he say?
Colonel Wharton.