What does Dr. Keller say?
Colonel Wharton.
I suppose he wants an operation. It’s a nuisance but, with God’s help, I can go through with it.
Dr. Macfarlane.
Well, I suppose you’d have to know sooner or later. Let these young people clear out and we’ll talk it all over quietly.
Colonel Wharton.
Nonsense. John is my son and Sylvia is almost my daughter. What concerns me concerns them, I fancy. Why, you couldn’t make more fuss if I’d only got a month to live.
Dr. Macfarlane.
[Hesitating.] Do you want me to tell you the whole thing now—just like this?
Colonel Wharton.