veil, was ushered in, but delayed a little in her greeting, because that hysterical affection of the throat of which Anne had spoken, caught and held her, and at first she could only make uncanny noises, something between a hiccough and a bad stammer.
"I've come to see you," she said not once but several times without getting any further.
"Sit down," Margaret said good-naturedly. "This is my doctor. I would suggest you ask him to cure your affliction, only I understand you prefer your own methods."
"There is nothing the matter with me," said the Christian Scientist with an unavoidable contortion.
"So I see," said Margaret, her eyes sparkling with humour.
"I would prefer that this interview should take place without witnesses."
Margaret found that a little surprising, but even then she was not disturbed. There was no connection in her mind between Anne Stanton's healer and the shabby man who had wooed her cook.
"I have no secrets from this gentleman," she answered, her eyes still laughing. "He has no prejudice against you irregular practitioners. You can decide together what is to be done for me. He is my present physician."
"I had thought he was "–bupp, bupp, explosion–"your co-respondent."