Murchison’s patience was being severely tested.
“I don’t think you are quite yourself, Mrs. Baxter,” he remarked.
“Not myself, indeed!”
“I cannot hold you responsible for what you are saying.”
The suggestion of any hysterical weakness on her part offended the lady more than her husband’s probable decease.
“Look here, doctor, I’m no fool, and I tell you you’ve done your business badly.”
“My dear woman, this is absolutely unwarranted.”
“I beg to differ, sir, and—”
Murchison prevented the imminent insult.
“If you care to place the case in other hands, by all means do so.”