couragingly to Sir Richmond: “We’ve got to take care of you.
“There’s a lot about this I don’t like,” said the second doctor and drew Dr. Martineau by the arm towards the study. For a moment or so Sir Richmond listened to the low murmur of their voices, but he did not feel very deeply interested in what they were saying. He began to think what a decent chap Dr. Martineau was, how helpful and fine and forgiving his professional training had made him, how completely he had ignored the smothered incivilities of their parting at Salisbury. All men ought to have some such training, Not a bad idea to put every boy and girl through a year or so of hospital service.... Sir Richmond must have dozed, for his next perception was of Dr. Martineau standing over him and saying “I am afraid, my dear Hardy, that you are very ill indeed. Much more so than I thought you were at first.”
Sir Richmond’s raised eyebrows conveyed that he accepted this fact.
“I think Lady Hardy ought to be sent for.”
Sir Richmond shook his head with unexpected vigour.
“Don’t want her about,” he said, and after a pause, “Don’t want anybody about.”
“But if anything happens——?”
“Send then.”
An expression of obstinate calm overspread Sir
