“Certainly.”
“Perhaps, Steel, you will explain the urgency of the case.”
Mr. Pennington jerked into a chair, took off his spectacles and dabbed them with his handkerchief.
“I am sorry to have to tell you, sir, that your daughter’s eyesight is in danger.”
The gentleman in the chair started.
“What! Eyesight in danger! Bless my bones, why—”
“Dr. Murchison agrees with me, I believe.”
“Absolutely.”
“Good God, gentlemen!”
“A peculiarly dangerous condition, sir, developing rapidly and treacherously, as this rare disease sometimes does.”