“My dear sir, you must throw over every engagement.”
The shadow of a smile passed over the young man's features.
“If you press the point, I'll come.”
“But are n't you astounded at what has occurred? Don't you understand Ransome's message?”
“Perfectly,” said Cassilis. “I 've already written to Dr. von Pfeiler—a week: ago—detailing the progress and full success of the case.”
“Then you know all about it?” asked John. “Naturally. I've been practising her at it for the last fortnight, though she did n't realize what I was doing.”
“Then why on earth did n't you tell us?”
“I had arranged to tell you to-morrow,” said Cassilis.
“I don't think you've acted rightly, sir,” cried Sir Oliver.
“Never mind that,” said Herold. “Mr. Cassilis doubtless has his excellent reasons. The main thing is, Will her cure go beyond this? Will she get well and strong? Will she be able to walk about God's earth like anybody else?”