Well, you know what these doctor fellows are. He wouldn’t say much to me. He said he’d write to Macfarlane.
John.
Well?
Colonel Wharton.
I suppose Macfarlane got the letter this morning. He’ll probably be round presently.
Mrs. Poole.
I saw him going along the Bleane Road in his dog-cart about an hour ago. You might ask him who it was he was going to see.
John.
Are you feeling ill, father?
Colonel Wharton.