"But it is impossible that I can sit quietly by and see her decaying, as it were, before me. I must do something."
"Would you like to have a doctor to see her, Sir?"
"I have thought of that. I have thought of taking her to London. But what excuse could I make—what would she think?"
"Wouldn't it be better to have a doctor down here, Sir?"
"To be sure it would," I replied, grasping the idea at once. "I could pretend he was a friend."
"Yes, Sir; and he wouldn't require to stop longer than two or three days."
"Perhaps not. He would see her in all her moods and come to a conclusion on which he would base his advice."
I was turning from her when she said,
"I believe, Sir, Mr. Martelli is at Cliffegate."